Reality Check, Reality Grip in the Age of You Know Who

It’s logical for journalists, foreign leaders, our military and even us regular citizens to intellectually analyze Trump’s actions, particularly when someone so erratic has so much impact on the world. However, that is the very thing one must resist in order to understand or interact with him. To never normalize Trump must be your premise. I am not suggesting this from a mere partisan position. This is sound advice to understand and operate.

Trump is a two-dimensional, reality show figure. His image as president only exists for him if he’s in front of a camera or he’s watching people talk about him on TV. He is an empty suit that was made in China and sports a Trump label. He did not come to the political scene with any experience or depth in global or domestic matters. He is not reading in-depth reports about foreign or domestic issues or meeting with cabinet members to strategies and analyze intelligence and world affairs. He’s just a lazy, old guy who eats in front of the TV for hours a day, scanning channels for stuff about himself, who also happens to have the power to destroy the planet.

Coupled with his cartoon character depth is his malignant narcissism, and as such, he lacks any loyalty to or compassion for others unless it directly enriches himself. You can’t take the same approach you would with any previous president. To do so is not just incongruous, it isn’t useful and will only scramble your brain.

So he’s shallow, self-absorbed and wholly unfit mentally. Any attempt to normalize his words or deeds is a danger. It is like a board of professors and academics pouring over the process of a preschooler navigating a playroom of toys to determine whether the child left the tricycle for the building blocks because he is prioritizing infrastructure now.

Therefore, the role of journalists is more sobering than it has ever been in our history, and not just because they treated him like a serious politician during his campaign, but because now by simply asking the president a regular, ordinary question they would structure for Obama or even W, they may be steering his mind to take an unintended action. (If his family were reading this, they would be nodding their heads.) Reporters, he hasn’t formed a position about the subject of the question you are asking. And last week was a prime example of what I believe caused Trump to send tomahawk missiles to Syria. During the joint press conference with Egypt’s president Abdel Fattah al-Sisi, and on the heels of stating only days before he supported Bashar Hafez alAssad’s remaining Syria’s president (a position he likely took through Putin’s direction), PBS NewsHour’s John Yang asked him if al-Assad’s gas attack on his own people drew for him a red line similar to the line Obama said would be crossed in this incident. Trump responded without hesitation, with his usual, limited vocabulary with it “crossed a lot of lines for me.” Now no one asked a follow-up like, “Could you define a couple of those lines?” which might have either provided context or made it clear he just said it because it seemed like a good ad lib for his improv act.

I saw his face when he said it and thought, “Look out, he just got an idea that will make his junk look bigger than Obama’s.” I can’t be the only one who saw it like that, but I haven’t seen it mentioned. Trump made the decision to bomb Syria because Yang mentioned Obama and Trump had to look tougher. Forget the consequences of what he said about al-Assad being safe to stay or the fallout yet to come, this toddler maniac has the power to blow up stuff. Cool, huh? So he ordered the attack and then a juicy steak, rare. Or vice versa. 

Now the media is doing in-depth analysis of what was clearly a stunt and a failed military action. “Why the pivot on al-Assad?” “Did Ivanka’s plea for the children soften his heart?” “What does this mean concerning the allegations he colluded with Russia during his campaign and beyond?” What? No. None of this. He’s a shallow, two-dimensional, mentally unfit buffoon with a distorted ego. Hillary Clinton was right (about everything but) when she said, “There is no other Trump!” He is Being There’s Chance, the gardener.

What he does must not be mistaken as policy or strategy or even a tactic. This being doesn’t know what he is doing. He’s still in private business, sending Uday and Qusay Trump, along with many of his rich, Cabinet member friends, to make deals to enrich themselves, all expenses paid by you and me. He’s a lazy, rich guy who sits around all day, eating and watching Fox so-called news surfing for talk about himself. Then he plays golf. He lacks intellectual curiosity at best, and, at worst, is functionally illiterate; hence the SNL stories that he couldn’t grasp the scripts in their show reads, or reports that he requires no more than a page, heavy with bullets and pictures, in his daily briefings and the video of him in a deposition struggling to read and comprehend a contract he’d signed.

And now he’s sabre rattling with North Korea, a leader we can all agree is erratic and a bubble off the level. Trump is literally threatening a nuclear attack on North Korea. Attention everyone: Do not put ideas in his head! He likes the attention and the ratings’ grab. You can’t approach him like he’s clear headed or fully sane! If he sees his approvals go up as he surfs for his daily “me” news, who knows what he will do for an encore, because he only wants to be famous and have good approval ratings!

Our Constitution defines the role of the free press as the 4th Estate. It’s part of the First Amendment! No wonder this Administration’s ilk wants to attack it. There is a no more imperative than for every real news outlet to stop normalizing his actions, stop having thoughtful round tables on the Sunday shows that apply the president’s personality as a backdrop to anything other than padded walls with a foreground of professionals in white garb amply stocked with horse sedatives. He’s not intellectually fit for the job but what’s worse is he is not mentally well. That’s your premise. Don’t forget. Please. I don’t want these words to be the epitaph for life on the planet.

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Move Out, Situation”

The mind is one incredible organ, tool, friend. For at least a month, I tried to find this song for which I only had a vague recollection. Of course, it was in my sentiments toward Trump. As I took a break from yard work, I just searched one more time with “move out song” and bam! It’s Move Out, Situation by Yazoo.

“Move out, don’t mess around
Move out, you bring me down
Move out, how you get about
Don’t make a sound just move out”

I think you can understand why I thought of Trump:

And now that little man on the stationary bicycle (that I picture inside my head who constantly spins to help recollect stuff from the brain) can get on with finding my mom’s fudge recipe.

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Old Man Trump”

All I have to do is remember Trump’s words and deeds. Mom and Dad wouldn’t have allowed someone like that anywhere near our house. He brags about assaulting women, makes lurid remarks to young girls and he’s a bald-faced bigot. Game over. He’s not welcome.

But damn it, for the white lash, for the crime family that is the GOP and the ill-informed who are either bigots themselves or are OK aligning with bigots. (Personally, I think they’re all bigots.)

Woody Guthrie wrote the poem, Old Man Trump (Ryan Harvey put it to music in 2016), about daddy Freddy Trump in the early 1950s, when Donnie was a toddler. It’s ironic the name “Trump Tower” shows up in Guthrie’s lyrics referring to this rich racist who exercised Jim Crow type segregation on land he acquired through Federal loans, which Guthrie names “Trump Tower.” I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.

I’d have pity for the same kinds of salt–of-the-earth people who were screwed over by daddy Trump who voted for his son, but I don’t. There are victims and then there’s a willing slice of lemmings who so sorely lack personal reflection or intellectual curiosity, deferring to blaming or shaming others who are battling similar struggles in order feel superior to others. Whether you’re raised to hate others, seeped in right-wing hate radio or too ignorant for critical thought, I am leaving you suffering fools behind.

Lyrics in full:

“I suppose that Old Man Trump knows just how much racial hate
He stirred up in that bloodpot of human hearts
When he drawed that color line
Here at his Beach Haven family project

Beach Haven ain’t my home!
No, I just can’t pay this rent!
My money’s down the drain,
And my soul is badly bent!
Beach Haven is Trump’s Tower
Where no black folks come to roam,
No, no, Old Man Trump!
Old Beach Haven ain’t my home!

I’m calling out my welcome to you and your man both
Welcoming you here to Beach Haven
To love in any way you please and to have some kind of a decent place
To have your kids raised up in.

Beach Haven ain’t my home!
No, I just can’t pay this rent!
My money’s down the drain,
And my soul is badly bent!
Beach Haven is Trump’s Tower
Where no black folks come to roam,
No, no, Old Man Trump!
Old Beach Haven ain’t my home!”

We’re in a hell of a mess, people.

Voter Restrictions, Election Fraud, MSM, Russian Tampering: Hard to Prioritize

The first thing I thought the evening of November 8, 2016 was the 2010 gerrymandering, voter suppression hijinks and election tampering in Republican states worked as intended. They cheat. Ever since Nixon, Republicans will go so far as committing treason to win. I was aware of Trump’s cozy relationship with Vladimir Putin, and the ongoing, bizarre number of connections his family and campaign workers have had with Russia. I knew that had an impact but believed it was the GOP’s calculated maneuvers in those red states that stole the election, coupled with the ever-helpful mainstream media, giving Trump a billion in free media. And in spite of all that, Hillary Clinton won by about 3 million votes, with a mere 77,000 votes in Wisconsin, Michigan and Pennsylvania – states where hundreds of thousands of votes were not even counted – tossing the Electoral College to Trump.

I stand by all those statements because I think there is enough of a history with those Republican governors to indicate election fraud, particularly since the 2013 Shelby V Holder Supreme Court decision that gutted voting rights and triggered southern states to adopt new Jim Crow obstacles literally the next day.. And there is no arguing national media treated Trump like a sitting president during the campaign, if not a bleeding rock star. But since December, it’s Russia. This is no longer a minor issue and to dismiss it could destroy our democracy and life as we know it.

This is hair-on-fire serious. More serious than Watergate. If Watergate was a president’s cover-up of a couple hacks breaking into an opponent’s campaign office, Russiagate is a bloodless coup by a criminal organization. Oh yea, because it is!

It’s tricky because the Intelligence community can’t inform the Administration, some members of Congress or the Cabinet because they’re among those being investigated. Plus Putin has many convenient ways of eliminating his enemies. Then add the ridiculous number of coincidental connections with Russia and Trump, his family, close advisors and campaign members. Tom Clancy would laugh if you pitched him this story. But I’ll bet Oliver Stone is storyboarding it already.

There are billions in financial ties between Trump and his ilk and Russia, one Republican policy accommodation after another that benefits Russia and a president who defends Putin at the expense of his own country’s character and standing! As Malcolm Nance, former U.S. Navy Senior Chief Petty Officer working in counter-terrorism and intelligence, says, it takes a whole lot of work for this many coincidences. (By the way, Nance wrote a book “The Plot to Hack America: How Putin’s Cyberspies and WikiLeaks Tried to Steal the 2016 Election.” last July and it came out in October.)I’ve lost count the number of mysterious accidents and deaths of informants associated with Intelligence gather.ing around Russia. The list of Trump’s posse having to resign, be fired or flipping because of it is also getting tough to keep up. Then Trump had A.G. Sessions, who also committed perjury and has to recuse himself from this whole matter, fire 46 U.S, attorneys including, conveniently, Preet Bharara who was conducting his own investigation into Trump and Russia. (Not so ironically, his informant fell from a fourth-floor window a couple weeks ago. So many unfortunate accidents.)

Nance really helps bring together the pile of bits in this crisis with how the Intelligence community works. For instance, he said Trump’s tweets about Obama wiretapping him is what they call in the Intelligence world getting “buggy,” meaning signs a guilty person acting paranoid, trying to find out who’s leaking. I would suspect he’d also see Trump’s daughter-wife Ivanka getting daily briefings and an office adjacent to his in the White House as another sign of forming a fortress, drawing nearer his most intimate (pun intended) confidants because he’s getting buggy. Plus she knows how to speak toddler maniac.

The GOP may be saying publicly that this is a nothing burger but I am confident that’s not what’s in their thought bubbles, fevered dreams or their conversations on burner phones. Rep. Devin Nunes(R) could not look more guilty of collusion when he jogged over to inform Speaker Paul Ryan and Trump on the Intelligence in this matter, learned by very House Intelligence Committee he chairs!

Putin is as mob boss. He plays by those rules. Trump is mob-adjacent, has been for decades in New York. Trump robs people, cheats them out of contracted deals, operates scams on every level. Maybe that’s just “business.” I think is criminal and immoral but now i’m just being redundant. In the 1990s when he’d burned every bridge with U.S. lenders, Russia made a deal. Big, dirty loans come with big favors. Crooks like little Donnie are used to squirming out of corruption with a flock of good attorneys and a checkbook. Well, the government doesn’t work that way. Might be a good lesson for the GOP voters who think a government should be run like a business. They are entirely different institutions.

We have never been here before, where a foreign country affected our presidential election. For those in our Federal government, elected or employees, who still believe in ethics and serving their public – a.k.a their bosses – their time is now to be on the right side of history.

Trump’s former campaign manager, Paul Manafort, is set to meet with the House Intelligence Committee. Apparently he is already under investigation by the IRS for his big money from Russia, among other things, like the fact that he “left” the campaign for being too close to Russia, then went back to his home in Trump Tower! But pay attention if and when we hear the NSA is conducting their own financial investigation into someone. Yes, they have their own department to sniff into people’s financial affairs. Nance says once that happens, it is over. That the last nail in the coffin for those under investigation. It’s indictment time.

When will we get the facts? Will this take down the Trump administration, including Trump? How will our government correct itself? Will there be a new election? Will, as one anonymous Intelligence officer said several weeks ago, Trump die in jail? No really, I ask because I don’t know. There are a lot of players in the FBI, Congress and the Cabinet I don’t trust and for good reason. But this can not stand. I hold out hope that no one is truly loyal to Trump because malignant narcissists don’t have human bonds. If Stave Bannon bolts, I am counting the days before the ship sinks without a lot of the rats.

I have to believe in our agencies doing what is right for country. And make no mistake, Congress knows a whole lot more than any of us do. This isn’t going away soon but after last week, things may be coming to a head a lot sooner than any of us thought, where no one, not even the Republicans in Congress, want to touch Trump with a ten-foot solid-gold pole. It sure seems to be heading that way. We are in peril. Time is of the essence.

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “This Wheel’s On Fire”

Since Monday’s Senate Intelligence Committee hearing with FBI Director James Comey and NSA’s Director Mike Rogers, where enough of their findings show there must be an Independent Counsel. I feel slightly less tightness in my chest, I’m feeling slightly less helpless to and trapped by the Administrative Branch coup. At least the truth is coming out.

We’re still in this mess but between the Russia collusion and the GOP’s failure to leave 24 million with no way to afford a doctor, a failure like a poorly-planned grifter sting, I found myself singing “This Wheel’s On FIre.” I’m so relieved.

I must admit my naive surprise when I found out the song I knew as the theme from the BBC’s “Absolutely Fabulous” was written by ‎Bob Dylan and Rick Danko and was recorded by Dylan and The Band in 1967.

I am sharing an extended version of the Ab Fab (as it’s known to fans) theme with some silly outtakes of the delightful Patsy, played by Joanna Lumley, and Edina, played by Jennifer Saunders, the series’ creator. Fans will enjoy the romp. If you have never heard of this show, I hope you will be intrigued enough to watch two hilariously unlikable lushes. Their version is sung by Kylie Minogue. The lyrics go, “This wheel’s on fire. It’s rolling down the road. Best notify my next of kin. That this wheel shall explode:”

For some reason, Patsy and Edina’s lives and this song make me think of the Trump Administration, with the wheels on their bus on fire, careening off the road into the ditch. Couldn’t happen to a nice ilk.

 

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “What a Difference a Day Makes”

I’m lucky, I don’t have clinical depression. But the blatant criminality and fascist characteristics of this Administration has put my body and mind in a funk the likes of which I have never felt. It’s a constant blight on my day, and often, night. Tomorrow the Senate Intelligence Committee begins its probe into the Russia-Trump collusion. So I have hope. From the look on Senator Diane Feinstein’s face coming out of the meeting with FBI Director Comey a few days ago and the looks on the faces of Congressional member after their Intelligence briefing back on January 13th, that prompted many to abstain from the Inauguration, I am reading that the Trump Administration’s time will be short. I must. We must work and hope for this outcome.

And so, today’s song is a short one by Dinah Washington, “What Difference a Day Makes.” It’s true. When things go badly, when one’s mood is low, it may be difficult to see, but it can all turn around just like that. I have found myself singing this song on days when something really good happens for me. And so while I am feeling down today, I am hoping tomorrow’s preliminary meeting will begin to shed light even upon those so blind they refuse to see the countless connections of Trump and his cronies with Russia, money laundering, political collusion and profiting off public service. I’m talking to you, maga (“make America great again dolts”), Mitch McConnell (who, when President Obama asked for a bipartisan hearing on this very matter last fall, threatened he’d call it partisan politics if made public), Paul Ryan, who just wants to kill the poor and elderly in the interest of the uber-rich while Trump can still hold a Sharpie to sign his draconian bills, and the Fourth Estate who have fallen short of their Constitutional role.

It’s a love song but it speaks to how a moment can alter your view on everything. I am hopeful knowing someone in authority is putting country over self-interest, because Trump certainly isn’t. May tomorrow bring this song to your lips and mine.

Hard to Ignore the Elephant These Days

This disastrous, criminal, Executive Branch fiasco is an unavoidable, daily obstacle, like any number of inevitable crises one encounters in adult life. If you’re paying any serious attention to the facts about this felonious, money-laundering, malignant-narcissist grifter who played and won the greatest con of his life, and the killing (pun intended) he’s making off of his government job, you can’t avoid the constant feeling of dread and anguish. It’s not the first time humans have been ruled by a crook or a demagogue, but this is the first full-on coup in the United States.

Other than my Sunday interludes and around a fifty-gross count in tweets, I haven’t written anything since October because of this proverbial elephant in the room that has changed every part of my life and the lives of everyone I know. Now as a vegan and animal lover, I recoil equating the lovely dromedary to the GOP or Trump but the idiom “the elephant in the room” is on-the-trunk accurate. Even if I am not thinking about his collusion with Russia, his daily violations of the Emoluments Clause or his obvious mental illness, the fact that I have thought about it earlier leaves me exhausted every day. I know I am not the only one who wakes in the middle of the night screaming expletives like you’ve acquired Tourette’s in your sleep. I’ve found myself sitting up blurting, “Melon farmer. kumquat!” or something that sounds like that, only to baffle the cat and prevent me from falling back to sleep for two, three, four hours.

The change and the ugliness is real. It started the morning after the election, after putting in a 16-hour day as an Election Judge November 8th. With little sleep, I finally got it together to run the errand I’d planned to do knowing I’d be tired, although I thought happy and relieved. I was third in a left-turn lane at a red light just four blocks from home, listening to Hillary’s beautiful speech. when I glanced in my rearview mirror one second before the light changed so I had to process what I saw behind me as I drove forward and made my turn. A man in a large, black, domestic pick-up truck was giving me the finger, pressing his hand against his windshield so I couldn’t miss it. As I made the turn and proceeded onto the freeway, he tore around me in the most aggressive road rage I’d ever experienced. I knew it was about the election even though I only had one, innocuous window cling sticker that said “AM950,” with no call letters, of my local, liberal radio station (shout out to KTNF! Woot!). And no, I was not inattentive to my driving or proceeding irresponsibly through the light. I was a woman in a car. So it was partly the sticker, partly my gender but mostly it was an emboldened jerk. I realized in that instant the world had changed and not for the better. Not exactly my imagination. Real.

But my intuition that our culture changed actually came earlier that morning because the moment I got out of bed November 9th, I grabbed a razor blade and removed two bumper stickers I’d had on my car since 2012; “Who Rescued [Who],” meaning I support animals and “ZPG, Now More than Ever,” meaning I support “zero population growth.” Neither were blatantly political but I figured I would be seen as a caring, thoughtful women and, therefore, a target. Guess my female intuition was correct.

For the next couple days, I was harassed, stalked and my life was threatened several times to the point I had to include my local police handle in a few tweets that said they were “coming for me” or had a good use for bullets. But I was determined not to be silent, even if I was afraid. I learned the history lesson that those silent regret it.

Friedrich Niemöller was a German anti-Nazi theologian and Lutheran pastor. He is most know for this quote.

And here we are. History has a history of repeating itself. And those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. So this is what I hope: I hope enough of us are woke, that we have taken a lesson from history and will not allow this takeover to continue much longer. Every day I wonder what is taking Congress so long, even the GOP majority who have to know more than we know and are playing some sort of game of chicken to try to ram as many draconian bills under President Oompa Loompa’s Sharpie-holding paw before they go through the motions of putting country over party for their own self interests. I have to hope the Democrats like Reps. Maxine Waters and Adam Schiff will get enough oxygen on the intelligence gathered by our patriotic Intelligence Agencies to make his removal inevitable.

Some advise to disconnect from the news once in a while but I can’t. I must remain vigil. Psychologists say those who simply browse social media rather than engage are worse off. And I do feel better tweeting. I hope this blog contribution gets me over my writer’s block/grief and back on some new, regular writing schedule.

This is my country. My father fought to save democracy for the world in WWII. I come from two people who overcame unimaginable hardship but you’d never know it. They give me strength. Good will win over evil. And folks, we are in the battle against evil of our lifetime. #Resist

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Idiot Wind”

President Donald Trump gestures (some say is a Nazi gesture) as he speaks to Navy at nuclear aircraft carrier Gerald R. Ford. (AP Photo/Steve Helber)


Why has it taken me so long to make Bob Dylan’s “Idiot Wind” the Sunday interlude? Since January 20th I’ve been hearing the lyrics in my head on and off. “Someone’s got it in for me. They’re planting stories in the press. Whoever it is, I wish they’d cut it out quick.” Trump’s life imitates art.

This recording isn’t the best, but I had to go for a Vimeo recording to find the “Blood on the Tracks'” version I wanted:

Now most believe the song is about Dylan’s or his parents’ marriage. And I would never distill Dylan’s lyrical brilliance to apply it to the two-dimensional Trump, but its anger resonates. The “fake news” allegations and planted stories are, in this case, asserted by the president, himself, “[He] inherited a million bucks…[he] can’t help it if [he’s] lucky.” I’m sure the $60 million profit he made a couple years after his $40 million investment on an estate, sold to a Russian fertilizer tycoon who wanted to hide money from his estranged wife, was mere luck. His businesses and income are undisclosed so we can only guess based upon the facts we have. He sure has a lot of Russian ties, though, as affirmed by his own son.

And, of course, there’s the insanity we all slog through every day: “Now everything’s a little upside down. As a matter of fact the wheels have stopped. What’s good is bad, what’s bad is good.” It’s all so exhausting and insufferable.  Every charge and nonsense investigation the GOP ever made toward a Democrat, from Clinton raping women (all dismissed by Ken Starr, no friend to Bill) to Secretary Clinton’s incompetency in the Benghazi consulate attack (the GOP wouldn’t fund to become an embassy and, therefore, better secured), in which she had no involvement other than her position. The 37 hearings at a cost of $7 million evolved to the private email “scandal” further fueled by FBI Director James Comey 11 days before the election. Now Mike Pence is equally not guilty of doing the same not illegal act with private email. But that’s not an issue because he’s a Republican. Now their party’s leader brags about sexually assaulting women, is accused of child rape and in his fifth day triggered the Yemen assault that was an unmitigated disaster which he now uses for applause. Really GOP, nothing to see? And GOP Senate leader Mitch McConnell is complicit in the Russian involvement, threatening then President Obama he’d call it a political thumb on the scale if he called for a bipartisan investigation last fall.

“Idiot wind,  Blowing every time you move your mouth…You’re an idiot, babe. It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe.”

Why is this wholly unfit being still in office?!

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Limits to Love”

Many of us are weary from the crazy in D.C. I was with friends last night and we all said we felt more tired than any other time in our lives! I’m so tired, I forgot my dedication to my Sunday interlude post. Well, at least it’s still morning here.

I loved this album back in the 90s, Til Tuesday’s “Everything’s Different Now,” a fitting title to 2017 so far, too. And this particular song, “Limits to Love” has some appropriate lyrics. Now, don’t misunderstand, I have no love for Trump. But it talks about watching someone seemingly unwilling to stop being self-destructive. And I think the delusional tweets about Obama wire-tapping him is at the level of Richard Nixon roaming the White House talking to dead presidents’ portraits. And he’s only weeks in!

“We’d get impatient with her now and then
Oh, she’d smile and say, ‘now you’re not being nice.’
I guess her definition of a friend
Was someone long on love, and short on advice.”

“She’ll get in trouble but she will scrape through
Oh, she’s the kind of girl who can always find help
I’d say she’s stupid, but it’d be untrue
Oh, you’ve got to be smart if you’re fooling yourself.”

Please, Donald Trump, seek help. You’re scorching our dear Earth.

 

 

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Not Ready to Make Nice”

Still on that “why is Trump still seated” kick. He’s profiting off his office. He’s having us pay for it. He’s colluded with Russia and worse. And he’s nuts. I will never be ready to make nice. And I will never forgive the GOP for allowing this shameful episode in our history.

The Dixie Chicks wrote this song when the Republicans attacked them for opposing George W. Bush. It’s a little soft for this current dolt but it will do.

“I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’
It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge”

I’ve seen enough of this guy. He is vulgar and ignorant, the kind of guy my parents would never allow near our house. I am deeply ashamed he represents our nation. I beg my US Congress to act. Time is of the essence. Our president is wholly unfit.