One Trump Post A Week

I had a better week because I had figured out that I hate chaos and that some of the chaos in my mind was coming from listening to the news all the time.

So, I mixed in a little Classic Rock, caught some MLB talk, and listened to the news of the day on the periphery.

If I concentrated on it too much...

...I felt the chaos coming back.

We have normalized the abnormal, but drifting away a little allowed me to understand what’s going on.

The president, who is under investigation for possible treason, and who constantly tries to obstruct the investigation, was sued by his porn star ex-girlfriend who he paid hush money to, possibly out of his campaign funds, while pretending to be a man named David Dennison...

...decided to slap tariffs on steel and aluminum because America is getting treated badly by our allies.

Dennison’s Son-in-Law has his security clearance denied because of the suspect half-a-billion dollar loans that he received may have been secured while he was doing official government business.

We also learned that Hope Hicks quit, as did Cohn...

...and so far 43% of the staff has left because...

...they can’t handle the legal fees, and they don’t particularly care for not knowing what the hell is going on.

Yet, I think a whole lot of people have reached the same level of fatigue as I have.

But I have a question.

Are we just going to ignore what is going on with Stormy Daniels’ ex?

Have you listened to him speak recently?

The snorting, sniffling, hunt for a breath is truly something.

Seriously.

He can’t complete a sentence without incessant sniffing.

And no one says anything about it!

Now, I do realize that there is certainly other news...

...what with the crime and porn and lying and what-not, but...

...he’s truly suffering from something!

Still, he will soon be speaking with the North Korean leader.

A true meeting of the minds between two men who appear to be absolutely out of their trees with the lives of millions hanging in the balance.

What could go wrong?

Not sure.

When the nuclear bombs are simultaneously sent I may be peacefully listening to a Yankees exhibition game.

Chaos-free!

When the Evangelicals “man of god” comes on to make the announcement that we have four minutes left to live...

...he’ll be sniffling and snorting.

I guarantee it!


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