DONALD TRUMP: A MAN-CHILD STUCK IN THE PAST.

Donald Trump is a man stuck in the 1950’s when white men ruled and women were seen and not heard. He is a perfect President for those who are selfish and want to be ruled. It is all about the money when it comes to President Trump. If there isn’t any money in it for him or family or friends he is not interested in really what happens. A man for his times when it comes to being the perfect person to personify our darkest motives and feelings.

John Adams worried about several things regarding whether or not our Republic would last. He realized that government was dependent on having moral men and man’s willingness to be led and man’s selfishness.

Once the greatest generation died out, we lost sight of what is best for the nation, and instead we have been bogged down by who wins and being selfish. The Republican Party and Donald Trump are the poster children for selfishness and not caring for their fellow man. If because of natural selection the wealthy become wealthier so be it. They were selected to be wealthy. So let the poor become poorer and it is okay for the middle class to disappear because it will be easier for the wealthy to keep people in line and maintain all of the wealth. You don’t see many wealthy people complain about income disparity and inequality.

Members of the Democratic Party are resisting Donald Trump and listening to those who are resisting the darkest motives of Trump and his right wing minions.

Bob Dylan could not have said it better than when he wrote the song, “It’s alright ma, I am only bleeding.” He described so many years ago now what for him was a dark and brutal view of those who were in power. It was back in 64-65 when he wrote the song. It could be seen now as a pessimistic view of the me too generation. I see it now as an ode to the world of Trump. Please take the time to read the lyrics carefully.

“Darkness at the break of noon

Shadows even the silver spoon

The handmade blade the child’s balloon

Eclipses both the sun and moon

To understand you, know too soon

There is no sense in trying

 

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn

Suicide remarks are torn

From the fool’s gold mouthpiece

The hollow horn plays wasted words

Proves to warn that he’s not busy being born

Is busy dying

 

Temptation’s page flies out the door

You follow, find yourself at war

Watch waterfalls of pity roar

You feel to mourn but unlike before

You discover that you’d just be

One more person crying

 

So don’t fear if you hear

A foreign sound to your ear

It’s alright ma, I’m only sighing

 

As some warm victory, some downfall

Private reasons great or small

Can be seen in the eyes of those that call

To make all that all that should be killed to crawl

While others say don’t hate nothing at all

Except hatred

 

While preachers preach of evil fates

Teachers teach that knowledge waits

Can lead to hundred dollar plates

Goodness hides behind its gates

But even the president of the United States

Sometimes must have to stand naked

 

And though the rules of the road have been lodged

its only people’s games that you got to dodge

And it’s alright ma, I can make it

 

Advertising signs they can con you

Into thinking you’re the one

That can do what’s never been done even

Meantime life outside goes on

All around you

 

You lost yourself, you reappear

You suddenly you got nothing to fear

Alone you stand with nobody near

When trembling distant voice unclear

Startles your sleeping ears to hear

That somebody thinks they really found you

 

A question in your nerves is lit

Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy

Insure you not to quit

To keep it in your mind and not forget

That it is not he or she or them or it

That you belong to

 

Although the masters make the rules

For the wise men and the fools

I got nothing ma, to live up to

 

For them they must obey authority

That they do not respect in any degree

Who despises their jobs, their destinies

Speak jealously of them that are free

Do what they do just to be nothing more than

Something they invest in

 

While some on principles baptized

To strict party platform ties

Social clubs in drag disguise

Outsiders they can freely criticize

Tell nothing except who to idolize

And then say “God Bless him”

 

While one who sings with his tongue on fire

Gargles in the race race choir

Bent out of shape from society’s pliers

Cares not to come up any higher

But rather go you down in the hole that he’s in

 

But I mean no harm nor put fault

On anyone that lives in a vault

But its alright ma, if I can’t please him

 

Old lady judges watch people in pairs

Limited in sex, they dare

To push fake morals insult and stare

While money doesn’t talk, it swears

Obsenity , who really cares

Propaganda all is phony

 

While them that defend what they cannot see

With a killer’s pride, security

It blows the minds most bitterly

For them that think death’s honesty

Won’t fall upon them naturally

Life sometimes must get lonely

 

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards

False Gods, I scuff

At pettiness which plays so rough

Walk upside-down inside handcuffs

Kick my legs to crash it off

Say okay, I have had enough

What else can you show me

 

And if my thought-dream could be seen

They’d probably put my head in a guillotine

But it’s alright ma, it’s life and life only.

 

 

May we all resist and survive what for most of America is a daily nightmare.

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