Category Archives: Trump’s a sissy

Trump Would Have Run In and Taken Out the Parkland Shooter? Seriously?

Since we’ve all seen that the best pace our tubby president can muster is a slow waddle, his boast is only partly plausible.  Assuming that he’d been there and actually taken any part in an attempted rescue of the children under attack in Parkland, I think it would have played out something like this.

The most charitable interpretation of what Trump might have done had he been near the massacre is that he’d have charged along on his golf cart, waddled down a hallway or two looking for an elevator rather than taking the stairs, (out of the question).  Then, exhausted, he’d have slumped against a wall wheezing from the effort of walking any farther from his golf cart than his usual distance.  That would normally be between his cart and where his ball lies on a fairway or green.

Of course, he’s never demonstrated a scintilla of courage in all the years he’s been braying on our TV screens, long before the Russians put him up to running for president.  (Coercion or bribery, inquiring minds want to know–but no icky details, please.  Some of us have weak stomachs.)  So it seems improbable that he would have done a damn thing.

But he would have said he did.  In his demented brain the two are seemingly the same.   (What really happened and what he said–after the fact– happened would not, in a million, billion years actually be the same. )

Yeah, I can see him zipping along in his golf cart, hair flying, bald spot showing, rolls of fat jiggling, racing away from any possible danger as quickly as possible.   Just like Fearless Leader of Rocky and Bullwinkle fame, our cartoon of a president would have made us laugh.

Or would have if it weren’t for the gruesome fact that real children were dying, their internal organs and bones being blown apart because no one–NO ONE–except the brave Coral Springs police officers, a few teachers, and the children themselves showed any courage at all during the horrific tragedy.

So zip it Mr president.  At this point we’d all probably be satisfied if you would just stop fooling around, tweeting, bragging, stuffing your face with KFC and Big Macs, and actually put in a day or two of actual work at your job.

But we know that’s not gonna happen.


Is Donald Trump Gay But Can’t Bear to Admit It?

It’s hard to fathom what witches brew of psychological unease causes Trump to be so unrepentently vitriolic. The unendingly deep well of hate speech that erupts from his mouth and thumbs is unparalleled in presidential history. And I’ve wondered many times what could possibly account for someone being so monstrously uncomfortable in his own skin. He is clearly acting, playing a part instead of being genuine.  But why?

He’s like a horse with a burr under the saddle. And it’s not just painful to watch, his vicious temperament could easily get us all into a nuclear war. There’ll be no going back from that, should it happen.

There has to be something more than a predisposition to crankiness going on under that flimsy rainbow hued patch of hair poking out so oddly from his skull. My hypothesis is that he’s gay, which is not something anyone can squelch forever without serious emotional dislocation.

He was raised in a time and family in which it would have been difficult, if not impossible, to admit to such a thing. Even though being gay is perfectly normal and ordinary, Trump seems way too anxious to prove his masculinity, in his case by rampant womanizing and bragging about womanizing.

Doing the opposite of one’s natural inclinations used to be called reaction formation.  When the prospect of a trait, characteristic, or penchant is met with extreme disapproval by society, the person who has to pretend to be something the opposite of their true nature can suffer enormously.

I used to have a friend who was temperamentally exactly like Trump–effeminate, fussy, and unendingly verbally abusive for no apparent reason. The constant histrionics, the hateful speech and denigration of others who did not share his ethnicity (white, from Kansas) ultimately led to us not being friends anymore.  I just could not bear to listen to the sewer that was his tortured mind.

Then, finally,  he came out.  Except he did it in the worst possible way.  His very straight-laced father was on his death bed when this guy had a terrible temper tantrum and told his dad that he was gay and he’d be the end of the DNA line for his family.   Even for him that was inexcusably mean.

But I’ve heard that he’s a lot more mellow now that he’s not having to pretend to be something he’s not.

Maybe if Trump would just come out we’d all be a lot better off.

Whiny Trump Turning Out To Be Crybaby In Chief

Jeez, isn’t everyone getting tired of Trump’s constant whining and
complaining?  Far from being the strong and energetic leader we were promised, he’s turned out to be “Crybaby in Chief”. Wah, wah, wah “it’s not fair” is his less than stalwart battle cry. It’s so embarrassing to the country.

And at the recent summit, when all the other heads of state walked, sissy-boy Donald Trump had to be hauled around in a golf cart because he was too fat, lazy and out of shape to keep up with his more fit–and mostly elderly–world leader colleagues. Mortifying!  For us that is.

Mr. Trump, here’s a bit of wisdom Mom imparted to me when I tried
that same lame ploy (“It’s not fair!”) long before I even entered
kindergarten. “Life isn’t fair and the sooner you learn that the better off
you’ll be. Now go to your room until you can behave.”

Somebody, please, send Trump a binkie and a blankie to help him cope with
his monstrous inadequacy.

So far it appears that the only member of the Trump retinue/administration
who is actually ready for political prime time is Melania. And she looks
ready to bolt any day now.