Trump likes to talk about his “big heart,” claims he loves the “Dreamers,” those Mexican Americans who came to this country illegally as toddlers and made something of themselves by working, educating themselves, and serving in the military, a duty and sacrifice lacking in the cold-hearted draft dodging President who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and parlayed it into a fortune by stiffing or shafting anybody who got in his way and gaming the system with an expertise those poor black “welfare queens” the Republicans love to attack would envy.
The President, reportedly a germaphobe, which probably means he decries kissing, makes sweeping gestures as he talks of his feelings and compassion for the 800,000 plus brown citizens he plans to deport, sending them to hostile poverty-ridden countries they know nothing about, but only heard of from their parents, who lived in squalor and in some cases could not come out of their houses without fear of being shot at by gangs.
This president, who does not like to be touched, couldn't muster any true show of feelings and sympathy for those who suffered in Houston, because it is just not there, and although from his work on the “Apprentice” he can act mean and ruthless, this skill does not include an ability to understand suffering, and he does not even bother to act sympathetic, so he left it to his evangelical hypocrite vice president to lift a few twigs with gloves on his hands down in the fetid swamp of Houston and do some hugging.
This president loves to talk about his big heart. From time to time a few glib urbane billionaires come on the political talk shows and testify that he does have a heart, that he cares, that he is all compassion, and I suppose he is—for them that don't need it. But his every effort to depict heart has been wooden and empty, and, even to him, possibly embarrassing, like all bad acting.
This president, who back stabs present, past and future best friends, whom he at certain times praises as “the best, wonderful people, the greatest people,” is immune from loyalty and knows only how to flatter those gullible enough to be his acolytes and sycophants, and then turn on them with viciousness when they forget for one second that he has no heart, and, if he does, it is as black as coal and cold as black ice. A viper.
Nobody is anything to him, as witnessed by those who've written books about him and perceived the utter emptiness of his soul and disinterest in anything or anybody that does not involve him and his so-called greatness.
This sentimental bleeding heart president had to send out his venal little twerp, attorney general Jeff Sessions, the law and order fanatic and once best friend, then enemy (for not eliminating the Russian investigation), but now ally, to drop the guillotine on the Dreamers, this anti-immigration southern racist palming off responsibility for solving the immigration problem and the Dreamer problem on congress, a body so inept and strife ridden and mean-spirited and conflicted its leaders don't know what to do or say, besides waffle in their indictment of a president sabotaging them personally and professionally at every turn, or defending him “because he's our president and the people voted for him and he's doing what the people voted him in for.”
Profiles in cowardice, a crew who possibly will make a tepid defense of Dreamers only because they are “good for the economy” or not defending them will threaten their re-election. What they are is a disgrace, and a stink in the nostrils of our allies in western Europe, who have taken in millions of immigrants we refuse because our humanitarian impulses matter to only our own selves.
So now the great bighearted president will try and juggle his compassion when it comes to helping those who have lost everything in Houston with his “wall,” the bloodless swine surrounding him in the White House, and his cabinet, squirming 24/7 to find a way to fuck everybody while maintaining some image of having a heart, like their idolized President.
Fat chance. It's time Americans admitted he has a black heart, or, as Bill Moyers, says he's one of those “malevolent furies” in human history.
The President, reportedly a germaphobe, which probably means he decries kissing, makes sweeping gestures as he talks of his feelings and compassion for the 800,000 plus brown citizens he plans to deport, sending them to hostile poverty-ridden countries they know nothing about, but only heard of from their parents, who lived in squalor and in some cases could not come out of their houses without fear of being shot at by gangs.
This president, who does not like to be touched, couldn't muster any true show of feelings and sympathy for those who suffered in Houston, because it is just not there, and although from his work on the “Apprentice” he can act mean and ruthless, this skill does not include an ability to understand suffering, and he does not even bother to act sympathetic, so he left it to his evangelical hypocrite vice president to lift a few twigs with gloves on his hands down in the fetid swamp of Houston and do some hugging.
This president loves to talk about his big heart. From time to time a few glib urbane billionaires come on the political talk shows and testify that he does have a heart, that he cares, that he is all compassion, and I suppose he is—for them that don't need it. But his every effort to depict heart has been wooden and empty, and, even to him, possibly embarrassing, like all bad acting.
This president, who back stabs present, past and future best friends, whom he at certain times praises as “the best, wonderful people, the greatest people,” is immune from loyalty and knows only how to flatter those gullible enough to be his acolytes and sycophants, and then turn on them with viciousness when they forget for one second that he has no heart, and, if he does, it is as black as coal and cold as black ice. A viper.
Nobody is anything to him, as witnessed by those who've written books about him and perceived the utter emptiness of his soul and disinterest in anything or anybody that does not involve him and his so-called greatness.
This sentimental bleeding heart president had to send out his venal little twerp, attorney general Jeff Sessions, the law and order fanatic and once best friend, then enemy (for not eliminating the Russian investigation), but now ally, to drop the guillotine on the Dreamers, this anti-immigration southern racist palming off responsibility for solving the immigration problem and the Dreamer problem on congress, a body so inept and strife ridden and mean-spirited and conflicted its leaders don't know what to do or say, besides waffle in their indictment of a president sabotaging them personally and professionally at every turn, or defending him “because he's our president and the people voted for him and he's doing what the people voted him in for.”
Profiles in cowardice, a crew who possibly will make a tepid defense of Dreamers only because they are “good for the economy” or not defending them will threaten their re-election. What they are is a disgrace, and a stink in the nostrils of our allies in western Europe, who have taken in millions of immigrants we refuse because our humanitarian impulses matter to only our own selves.
So now the great bighearted president will try and juggle his compassion when it comes to helping those who have lost everything in Houston with his “wall,” the bloodless swine surrounding him in the White House, and his cabinet, squirming 24/7 to find a way to fuck everybody while maintaining some image of having a heart, like their idolized President.
Fat chance. It's time Americans admitted he has a black heart, or, as Bill Moyers, says he's one of those “malevolent furies” in human history.
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