SOAR
Forget last night, and focus on all the wonderful things that are possible ...
Good morning:
I did not watch Donald Trump’s latest assault on America Tuesday night, nor have I read a single report.
If I had to guess, he named Florida as the favorite state of his union this year, and figured he’d aced the taste incredibly, and tremendously and like nobody ever has before, and certainly better than President Thomas Franklin ever did, and he invented the lightbulb flying a kite.
Am I close?
If he didn’t say exactly that last night, I’ll make a handsome wager that he said other things which made about as much sense.
Point is, today Trump is the same dangerous blowhard he was yesterday, and will most assuredly be tomorrow. If there is a single shred of good karma left in this steaming country, his tomorrows are nearing an end.
Trump will never change, because he is dead inside and stuck in the rut of a miserable life without meaning.
He’s an intellectual wasteland, governed by his worst impulses, because somewhere along the way in his rotten life, the truth stopped mattering.
When you believe in nothing, and mostly yourself, you are free to be just as awful as your nightmares will allow. You have given yourself the right to rain on everybody’s parade.
Oh the joy that brings — if even for a miserable second or two …
Trump feels no shame, because he has no idea what it is like to lead from the heart and do things that are most certainly good and right.
He can never let himself down because he has never bothered to pick himself up from the floor. This is cowardice and lazy, of course, but he sees what he wants, because if he had the guts to see the truth, he knows he couldn’t stand it.
Best to take the easy route — the low road — during a privileged life that has given him a long leash to be just as rotten as he likes.
He is good at being rotten. It is his comfort zone, and singular talent.
So no, I did not listen to Trump last night. In fact, I never listen to Trump.
Much better I spend my time listening to people like you, who have ideas, and are doing the work to get rid of him and his Republican cult. They have repeatedly shown us they are only too happy to die alongside their idol on the low road to nowhere.
We have work to do, and people to inspire, who will be here long after the worst man in the world has become some morbid chapter in a history book he never bothered to read.
Our best days are ahead, my friends. I suggest we keep our chins up and soar …
(D. Earl Stephens is the author of “Toxic Tales: A Caustic Collection of Donald J. Trump’s Very Important Letters” and finished up a 30-year career in journalism as the Managing Editor of Stars and Stripes. You can find all his work here.)
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-Earl
Same here. I didn't listen to a word, and I don't care about the commentary. I said to my husband this morning that one day in the foreseeable future the orange monster will be gone, and I'm living like the future is now.
I wish a reporter would ask Trump when was the last time he purchased groceries. And I mean actually visit a store, select groceries and pay for them. McDonald’s doesn’t count nor instructing/ordering a subordinate to do it.
Another, “Quiet piggy” moment?