The past six months have demonstrated that the poor judgment of those voters who elevated Don the Con to the Presidency definitely had consequences. We are stuck with a President who has no moral compass, no positions, no philosophy, who doesn’t seem to know the difference between reality and fantasy, who blames everyone else for his failures, and who appears to have been hypnotized or lobotomized by Vladimir Putin. Why else would he CONTINUE to deny that the Russians hacked our elections and, worse, refuse to take any actions to prevent it from happening again in 2018?
His miserable performance re: the GOP healthcare attempt shows that The Great Dealmaker wouldn’t know a great deal if he hit one in the road. Other Presidents get off their butts and make phone calls. Donnie whines and golfs.
Add to this the fact that this is the most SECRETIVE Presidency ever. What was he doing meeting alone with Russian officials in the Oval Office? He seems to like situations where only the Russians can keep records of what was said. He’s met with Putin for three hours (including the G20 dinner) and the American people have NO IDEA what was said. Sad!
Finally, Trump fatigue has set in. His 37% or whatever it is support has topped out and is subsiding. People are tired of the lies, the hysteria, the shifting stories, the endless corruption, his untalented relatives occupying positions for which they have no qualifications, his laziness in filling Federal positions and his delusion that sending out Tweets is an acceptable substitute for real government. Eventually, he will render himself irrelevant. Congress and everyone else will just start working around him, ignoring him when they can. If he survives the Russia inquiry he will live out the remainder of his term barricaded in the White House, watching Fox News and blaming everyone else for his poor performance. That’s about all he’s good for, besides kissing up to our enemies. Essentially, we have no President.
Had enough? So have I.
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One might read Joe Garofoli’s column in today’s S.F. Chronicle. Martin Van Buren and John Tyler no longer need to fear being America’s worst presidents.
I will check it out. One of my ancestors was Van Buren’s VP. I always thought that was the epitome of uselessness.
I am reminded by one of the late U. Utah Phillip’s stories when he was thinking about running for president. He said that if elected he would “hang out, shoot pool and scratch his ass, because when presidents do things we’re all in trouble.” He also said that “talking to a Republican is like talking to your refrigerator–the light goes on, the light goes off. But working for the Democratic Party is like re-arranging the deck chairs on the Titanic.”