If there was one name I heard every single day, it was Donald Trump. To the point of exhaustion. No President in my lifetime has met with so much scorn and scrutiny. Between his Tweets and his painful decisions, the guy was constantly in the news. And on social media, folks weighed the pros and cons of his every move.
I grew up in New York in the 1980s. The guy was in the news a lot then as well. It usually wasn’t good. How this guy managed to finagle himself into the Oval Office still shocks and bewilders me. The fact that so many Republicans think he is the return of the Messiah does not give me hope in America. It scares the crap out of me. I don’t think Hilary would have been any better. She would have been more overt and wouldn’t have shot her mouth off the way Donald has.
I shudder to think what America will be like by the end of his term (if he lasts that long). We are already the laughingstock of the world these days because of him. It’s like a cartoon character come to life. And the cartoon never ends. I can’t even put his picture up in this article because I can’t bear to see his face one more time.
The Season Of Myths 