Part of the morning routine usually entails either standing in the kitchen or sitting in the screen room talking about the world. Of course with Donald Trump as president, politics is a common topic, even when I get the feeling none of us want it to be. It’s hard to not talk about him and his actions.
He golfs every weekend. Is now bombing different countries every week. He tweets his childish sycophantic bullshit. His supporters eat it up but are shrinking in number. They recognize this and so they celebrate louder. A growing number of his voters are experiencing “buyers remorse”. They didn’t understand how he works. It’s simple, really.
Donald Trump will say at any given moment whatever he has to in order to be liked by who he’s talking to.
See, it’s not complicated. His greatest weakness is that he has to be liked. Anyone who threatens that sphere of adulation is labeled as “fake”, “unpatriotic”, even “unAmerican”. All rhetoric used by dictatorships to cause strife in the population. Always celebrated by the weak-minded and ignorant.
In our discussion of politics, we realize that concepts like nepotism, despotism, and oligarchy are now applicable to our country. What’s frustrating is that hardly anyone seems upset by this shift. Is that really what so many of his supporters think will “make America great again”?
That’s the word. That’s how I feel. I feel helpless about most of the things in this world now. I feel helpless about my country. I feel helpless about the politics. I feel helpless about my own life. I feel helpless about my future. I feel helpless about our future.
I feel helpless about the direction my country has taken in its attitude toward “different”. I feel helpless in how much of a struggle self-employment is now. It’s how I feel about almost everything in the world. I feel helpless in how much of a struggle self-employment is now. It’s how I feel about almost everything in the world.