Donald Trump deserves praise for having the nerve – Latest News
Don’s noble & fearless
Not everybody will like me after I write this. But, then, some didn’t like me even earlier than I wrote this.
Let’s praise Donald. Thank him. Respect him. Who else had the gizzard, nerves, smarts to stand face-to-face to Satan’s mendacity tooth in entrance of the world?
Some don’t imagine in God, not sure about Buddha or Allah. OK. You don’t like Donald? OK. But who else?! Biden — who’s nonetheless trying the place to pee? New Jersey’s Menendez, who’s now in the can? Even the Statue of Liberty shivered over Barack.
The complete world is scared. People tremble earlier than asking bosses for a raise. Students cry earlier than a check. Realtors simply raise the rent.
Nobody, no one, not one physique, has the gonads — in addition to Donald — to risk this risk.
Don’t like him? So? Mazel tov.
Who else?
Who cares? You belch he’s a dictator, too egotistical. So? Some issues are in the veins. I share my home with a Yorkie. Name? Jellybean. I like him insanely. Jellybean’s been housebroken for six years. He STILL pees on my kitchen ground.
How about Adam Bullschiff who’s now in the authorities’s crosshairs. Him you want? Or Bernie Sanders, who specializes solely in spitting? Slamdamnhammy, who has money but lives in a cheapo condominium. That three-named ex-bartender who hit the Met Gala in an unpaid-for robe? These three blind mice are your alternatives? Them you want higher?
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Dear chief
Who you wish to lead us? Another “cold, austere, forbidding” John Quincy Adams, who did zip? Another Millard Fillmore, who thought slavery’s not price a civil battle? Benjamin Harrison? Wore gloves earlier than shaking arms? Coolidge? What did he do?
I don’t grasp round Mar-a-Lago like sure historical leftovers hoping he’ll discover and provides them an ambassadorship in downtown Toiletville. But the man I’ve identified for over 50 years, are we in contact? Yes. Quietly. By telephone. By notes. By mail.
Who else has the nerve, guts, energy, fearlessness to do that in the face of the whole world? How about the terrors of the relaxation of all of us? Afraid to take the subway. Afraid to stroll alone at evening. Afraid of the world. Sitting home watching TV eating your curds and whey whereas Donald — alone — is keen to risk?
Remember Bush? Threw up on Japan’s prime minister. Nixon? Well, overlook Nixon. Bill Clinton’s hobbies we learn about.
So you say this one’s a showoff? Yeah. So? He doesn’t smoke. Doesn’t drink. Has respectful youngsters. He’s redoing the White House, which hasn’t been accomplished since Sitting Bull sat up. He’s disinfecting Washington, which makes at this time’s Bed-Stuy appear to be Kiev. And the Dem donkeys — one other phrase for donkeys is “asses” — are knocking him?
Dems da breaks
Prefer one other druggy Hunter sort in the White House? More Secret Service our bodies who shiver, quiver and may’t discover a close by shooter with a rifle? Jerk and Jill, who’d run up the hill to fetch one other kettle of hair bleach? Citizenship in these good locations like Venezuela, Syria, Russia?
Go. Send me a postcard out of your cell.
Steve Buscemi as soon as mentioned this: “My favorite review described me as ‘the cinematic equivalent of junk mail.’ ”
Our twice elected — fearless — Donald is doing. Trying. He needs to be applauded.
