~a column by Colleen O’Brien
I do not know why the press prints about him. I guess they think it their duty to print whatever a president says, does, lies about, uses foul language for. They must know we are conditioned to look for what his lies are today so we can moan and groan and pity ourselves for how truly horrible he is.
He uses anybody he wants to be his punching bag, and we (or at least I) are unnerved by him and what he has done and is yet to do.
Today, as I write, is a Tuesday, and another of his solved wars has dissolved. Is it Cambodia versus Thailand? Again? He did that in July, didn’t he? Or was it October? As Bloomberg News wrote, “In the end, the truce endured no longer than the fiction holding it together.”
He sits upright at the famous Resolute desk that he, to my chagrin, uses for his moral corruption of claiming peace to wars that continue. He lies peace settlements into being so he will be awarded the Peace Prize as if the Nobel committee doesn’t read world news.
We know he’s duplicitous enough never to fess up to his horrific endeavors – rounding up Venezuelans off our streets, stripping them to their underwear, shoving them onto planes with their necks chained to their ankles to deliver them to the worst prison in the world that he could find to accept them.
He initiates and then pretends he doesn’t know that his personal Army’s missile strikes are taking out fishermen in the Caribbean and shooting them if they survive.
Or that he pardons a major drug dealer, an ex-Honduran president sentenced to prison for 45 years, while the ICEmen round up innocent Brown people off American streets, out of county court houses, out of their own cars and in front of grade schools picking up their children.
He has such a practiced, snarling way of being really icky in general, and in particular to brown and black people.
Last summer he and his choice for vice president, JD Vance (a quick study in ickiness himself), made fun of immigrant Haitians, the two candidates laughing at those islanders living legally in Springfield, OH (Vance’s resident state), telling the world that they eat dogs and cats.
Now he’s accusing immigrants in Minnesota of being terrorists. He is undoubtedly overjoyed to be able to kill two birds with one stone – getting the goat of Minnesota Democrat Governor Tim Walz while personally terrorizing brown American citizens who had to flee their home country of Venezuela to save themselves from their own dictator.
And he just can’t resist upping his on-scene jibes at female (preferably Black) reporters by yelling at them “ugly,” “stupid,” “piggy,” “the most obnoxious.…”
That their fellow reporters do nothing about it is a pitiful sign of his power. When we first heard him a mere decade ago deriding the “carnage” that is America, we did not realize that he was projecting himself as the actual carnage to come.
Since then, he’s been quick to “project,” and he’s finally unrestrained; in other words, he’s efficient at attributing his dark emotions and motives to others – reporters, especially, who are disabled, mostly female, black, brown, bleeding, fat – in order to stifle the anxiety of his own guilt.
His version of leading is not understandable to Americans who believe in the enlightened underpinnings of our country. He’s a felon, he ignores the law, and to him the Constitution is for the stupid. Besides that, he is a grouch who has no sense of humor or wit but a deeply developed sense of how to demoralize people personally and the populace nationally.
In one decade, he has crippled our country.
His longtime champion in the House of Representatives, Majorie Taylor Greene, recently standing up for the victims of Trump pedophile-buddy Jeffrey and the release of the entirety of the Epstein files, has led Trump to lambast her as “very dumb.” The “friends” he maintains in need must be blind. Everyone is a potential foe, so no friend is safe from his turning on them.
