TWO HANDS: WISH IN ONE, TRUMP IN THE OTHER

The old saying about hope starts with two hands, one for wishes.

While this is an opinion blog, my opinions, and not a political blog, I share the unusual and exceptional.

Like now:

Mr. Trump was asked if he had any regrets about the three and a half years of public shit talking.

The response from the top man was to clarify that the reporter was talking about him, then taking a question from someone else without answering.

Personally, I think it’s irresponsible to ask a President of the United States if they regret being such an accomplished liar. Unless it’s warranted, and you know, it feels like it’s time for that question.

What question would you like to ask Mr. Trump? Write it down on a piece of paper, put into an envelope addressed to the White House, and put it in the mail. That’s right, put a stamp on it and drop it off for the United States Postal Service to deliver.

It might get there, it might not, but you’ll feel better doing it.

Mr. Trump shared a few words about the Post Office. From The Nation:

“They want 25 billion dollars—billion—for the Post Office,” the president announced on the Fox Business Network. “Now they need that money in order to have the Post Office work so it can take all of these millions and millions of ballots.”

Is it fair to ask what’s in Mr. Trump’s two hands at this point? Based on the aroma emanating from his heated exchanges, it’s not wishes and dreams.

Two Hands, One Mouth

Based on his record of asking favors, Mr. Trump has enjoyed the free reign the office of the presidency provides. It’s one thing to smear opponents from the Oval Office, and another to ask for foreign help.

What is it about rich guys in a job that includes helping others?

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, 
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. 
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: 
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

Mr. Trump seems to turn a blind eye toward the tired, the poor, the wretched refuse. What did he ask early on in his term in office? Something about people from ‘shithole countries’ wanting to come to America.

This president has done work to narrow the golden door, not open it. And he’s celebrated for his work in some circles. And the celebration continues.

Clear away the annoying protestors so he could stand in front of a church and raise a Bible? Bring out the gas.

I like church, I like the Bible, and Jesus is my standard for mankind, but Mr. Trump is not up to standards. Just my opinion, but I’m not alone.

Voting Time Coming Up

The great thing about being an American are the rights and freedoms afforded its citizens. One of them is voting.

Use your two hands to decide which way the future bends. Vote one way to show you approve of the low standards Mr. Trump is comfortable with; vote Joe Biden if you’re tired and huddled after watching three and a half years of bootlicking and ass kissing.

Mr. Trump is in the first wave of Baby Boomers born in 1946; the last wave was born in 1964. Even the youngest in the cohort is getting older.

This generation, to which I came in the middle of, has had time to get enlightened. It’s had the same time to get warped. If you’ve somehow forgotten, here’s the job for America in the near future:

Protect clean water by raising the pollution standards.

Protect clean air.

Does this sound like something a tree hugging, environmentally indoctrinated, hippie would say? Or just a some blogger writing about life with a naturopathic doctor?Or both?

How about you?