When Mr. Trump won the election, I was disheartened that such an immature, impatient, cruel, myopic, and narrow-minded man was going to be president. I didn’t vote for him. Indeed, most of the country didn’t vote him.

I decided, against my better judgment, to give him a fair chance to mature or at least take his job a little more seriously.

But with Mr. Trump’s presidency heading into its sixth month, I can see that such optimism was vastly misplaced. Not only did he not mature, but sank his presidency into petty rants against US citizens he is supposed to defend against internal and external threats.

He lies about the crowd size at his inauguration, even when presented with photos clearing showing large empty spaces where the crowds were.

He whines about being the victim of the “greatest witch hunt in history”.

Yet one doesn’t have to go back too far to find even a more persecuted president. Obama was called a nigger on radio and bumper stickers, he was alleged to been born outside of the US (Mr. Trump, you certainly remember this – you were the one who was promoting this wayward, destructive, and ultimately fruitless, behavior), and of being a Muslim. All, or at least mostly, was due to Mr. Obama simply being Black.

Mr. Obama made jokes or simply ignored such false and ridiculous claims and got into doing his job.

You, Mr. Trump, on the other hand, get angry, throw a tantrum, and whine. Get with it and do your job!


Mr. Trump, by any standards is both an embarrassment and a concern to those who believe in the separation of state and religion to those to those who concerned our (read all) civil rights.

He states that the US should be first. But his statements, behavior and embarrassments are increasing America to isolation. We cannot afford being isolated as this is leads to falling behind other countries (examples abound in history).


Finally, its becoming more and more apparent he also guilty of obstruction of justice as well as the possibility of other impeachable crimes. I’m now having flashbacks to Nixon.


Some of you who might be reading this would call Mr. Trump a “snowflake”. I would slightly disagree and suggest calling him a “snowman”. It’s juvenile thing, with a carrot for his nose and raisins for small bitty eyes (all in an attempt to be more human). And when the bright sun beams down on it the snowman will melt taking many snowflakes with it.


Dylan Thomas’ most popular, and arguably his best, poem reflects how I am feeling now.



Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.




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