February 17, 2017
Dear Everyone:
Oh, my sainted aunt. It’s
all about perspective, isn’t it?
I look at my
Homeowner Association and the small tiffs that take place,
like “Patty’s” Chicken Little moment last weekend, in which she was
absolutely
sure the sewers were
backing up. It turned out to
be nothing more than a bit of runoff from the recent rains.
But not before she called me at home, leaving a garbled message
about emailing “Mannie, the Maintenance Guy” and later frantically
texting “Mannie” with videos from her cell phone.
Then I look at what’s happening in
Washington, D.C., in the Chaos (oops!
I mean the Trump)
Administration, and realize that our little problems
don’t amount to a hill of beans.
FYI, “Chaos” is the Word of the Day in Washington.
Any day.
Donny the Trumpet has been in office exactly four weeks and it would
appear that all hell is breaking loose.
Just consider: His
National
Security Advisor was forced to tender
his resignation, due to the
possibility that it can be proven that he was in collusion with the very
same
Russians who hacked the
Democratic National Committee in the
(successful?) endeavor to get Trump elected.
And the replacement, who Trump hinted would be “even better” than
his first choice (so why was he a second choice?), has flatly declined
the honor.
His Executive Order intended to prevent “Muslims”, or anyone remotely
resembling a Muslim, from entering the country was trounced in Federal
Court.
His regular apologists keep insisting that this is nothing.
Everything is under control.
“Every administration looks like turmoil in the beginning”.
Reminds me of a line from the movie,
Jurassic Park:
“When Disneyland opened, half the rides weren’t working.”
“Yes, but when the “Pirates of the Caribbean” (ride) breaks down,
the pirates don’t eat the tourists.”
Apologist: “Remember, he’s
not a politician.” Well,
that’s the job he wanted and got.
Now is not the time to be wailing, “I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout
birthin’ babies!”
This reminds me of a postcard I once saw.
It depicted a kitten who had become completely tangled up with a
ball of yarn. The caption
read: “Single-handedly I
have fought my way into this hopeless mess.”
Then yesterday, the President ordered a hastily assembled Press
Conference to address the issues.
In other words, Donny escaped his handlers.
He spent the first half-hour ranting about how “unfair” the media is,
how “big” his election results were, how “big” his crowds were, and so
on, as well as attacking former opponents who are no longer there.
Things like:
His administration is running like a fine-tuned machine, even though he
has no Cabinet because
Congress is so stupid.
He got here with no Cabinet.
(Like, the previous 44 Presidents all came into office with
completely pre-approved Cabinets?
What did he think was going to happen when he fired all those
support personnel?) He’s had
to wait weeks, weeks!, for one of his nominees to be confirmed.
Weeks? If the entire
country can wait over a year for a new
Supreme Court Justice, Donny can
wait a few weeks.
He also stated: “We've
ordered the Department of Homeland Security and Justice to coordinate on
a plan to destroy criminal cartels coming into the United States with
drugs.” Really?
You’re going to destroy them with
drugs? Don’t they have
enough drugs of their own?
And as for that travel ban on Muslims:
He “heard” that one
judicial circuit
“is in chaos” because it overturns laws “80%” of the time.
Could that be because 80% of the laws were poorly written and/or
applied?
Claims that he “inherited a mess”, oblivious to the fact that what he
“inherited” was the clean-up that took
Obama eight years to accomplish.
During the campaign, Trump insisted that
Russia “would never”
invade the
Ukraine. Now he claims that
the previous administration “allowed”
Putin to take over.
As usual, Donny wants to have his cake and eat it, too.
All delivered in his patented
stream-of-consciousness form.
Then he spent the next 45 minutes denying questions.
And as for that “fine-tuned machine”, it appears to be hurtling towards
the nearest bottomless pit.
Like I said, it’s all about perspective, isn’t it?
Seriously, would you buy a used car from this man?
Love, as always,
Pete
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