I am absolutely horrified at the notion of Donald Trump as president. I, who cannot vote, seem to be the only one who recognizes Trump as POTUS to be the equivalent of Beeblebrox as Galactic president - I just know he is going to steal the White House and fly it off on some personal errand.
And exactly what the hell qualifies him to even run? His spiel has always been, "I'm rich because I'm ruthless and incredibly lucky, so pay attention to me!" Not a word in there about intelligence, strength of character, nor compassion, all of which are absolute requirements to be in a position of such power as President. This man has never eaten ramen noodles for 2 months and been grateful to have that. He has never even pretended to understand what the struggling poor go through every single day, and we are the majority. You cannot bestow power if not tempered with compassion and empathy, and he has neither.
And nobody has really thought this through. The name alone should disqualify him. We can't be saying, "My president Trumps your queen," because it would be too absurd. And he would probably want to build condos on the mall, guild Congress, add slot machines to the Lincoln Memorial, and have a line of Secret Service cheerleaders with pompoms precede him everywhere.
Yep, the Trumpettes, who form a kickline and dance to a custom all-Trumpet version of Hail To The Chief as he enters and exits buildings. I don't want to live in a world where pom poms are symbols of politicians.
Remember that great Adams idea, "Absolutely no one who seeks the job must ever be allowed to have it."
Here's the personification of that. Let The Donald go back to shilling real estate, and trying to convince himself he isn't a waste of space as a human being by having a reality tv series that more than 6 people watch, but stay the hell out of politics. We have enough to do trying to run a nation of broken people without adding massaging your tacky ego into it.
And I'm not that big a fan of pom poms.
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