My personal opinion of the new POTUS as a human being can be summed into one word: despicable.
I almost feel sorry for his wife, as news clips and photos snapped on inauguration day revealed his lack of gentlemanly respect for his own spouse, but… she picked him. Same goes for this country. The voters, by the electoral college, picked him.
Time to come together as a nation, yadda-yadda… bull.
Sorry, I’m not ready to hold hands and sing Kumbaya… Trump ran on a campaign of hate and division, which sparked miniature civil wars between friends and within families. No, I am not one of those liberals crying because Hillary lost. I’m just dealing with emboldened idiots (including relatives) posting blatantly racist celebratory nonsense.
Did I ever mention Walrus men?
One of my observations from working in skilled trades for a global corporation was how the weathered old union men would stand shoulder to shoulder in solidarity across the back of the room, waiting and listening with arms crossed, as a company man up on stage painted another picture of the future. They reminded me of unmovable Walruses.
I am like one of those walrus men, waiting and watching, skeptical of what will come in the Trump administration. So far, it is not good. Thank God for term limits.
Thanks for reading.
Barnbees 