So, whatever modicum of empathy I’d held in reserve for Melania Trump (on the supposition that she could be a decent human being, held hostage by her monstrous husband) has now, of course, evaporated in the harsh heat of a Texas desert.
“Tone deaf” doesn’t remotely begin to describe what she did by wearing that jacket. It was a vile mockery of anyone who actually does care, has a heart, and basic decency. What exactly was the point of going to Texas anyway?
So it turns out these two deserve each other. And now it all makes sense: how she’s “tolerated” his cheating, lies, blind self-absorption, racism, unlimited and deliberate ignorance etc etc. Apparently she’s the same in many ways.
(She once said he reminds her of her father, and I wondered what that meant. Now I know – she admires them both.)
And look at the children these two have spawned: their Baron, a withdrawn and odd youngest child. And by the Donald with his other two wives: Don Jr, a bloodthirsty exterminator of innocent animals and the truth; Eric, the “loser” every one mocks (might he actually have escaped the destiny of being the horrible human being his father wanted him to be?); Ivanka, the robotic, materialistic phony; and the other daughter (what’s her name again?) basically cast aside, likely because she was too loyal to her mother – the middle wife, Marla, what ever happened to her anyway?
I’ve always thought there was something a bit “witchy” (no offense all good witches out there) about Melania – something lurking under that mask of self-containment. She probably has a few million-dollar, gold-plated brooms hidden in her closets which are likely the size of small apartments. I just wish she’d hop on one and go back to where she came from. Because personally I welcome far more warmly all the “illegal aliens invading” our country from shithole countries far more than I do people like her. (Oh, and please for the love of Pete, take that jerk in the now orange-tainted White House with you!)
Guess it may be time to take the bodhi out of my email address. I’ve obviously been poisoned by their choleric (un-drained) swamp.