Whack Fuck Golf...Part 3

In 1921, when a young Ernest Hemingway moved to Paris to start his writing career, he met Ezra Pound and asked the famous poet to read several of his short stories. Pound liked what he read, but counseled Hemingway to, “…mistrust adjectives and adverbs…” It’s a shame Ezra Pound didn’t live long enough to give Donald Trump the same advice. Struggling to say much of anything without a litany of modifiers, overt threats, junior high school name calling, arranging the facts to his liking, if not outright lying, we have the 47th President of the United States. He’s been in the office for a little over 100 days, and we’re hearing chatter like, paranoid, unhinged, delusional, and whacked out, bat shit crazy. So, I got curious and read some medical info available online. The consensus seemed to mirror what an MD Psychiatrists wrote, “…I helped write the manual for diagnosing mental illness. Donald Trump doesn’t meet the criteria. Instead, Trump’s disagreeable traits reveal him to be the ruthless self-promoter he has always been, now poorly cloaked in fake populist clothing…”  It matters little to Trump, his MAGA faithful worship him because of what he says, not what he does. As to the swing voters who elected him, Trump could care less, they were cannon fodder, and he can’t run again, so he doesn’t need them. Everything about Trump is a product of the bare knuckle, NYC real-estate game. He’s constantly scanning the horizon, a natural deal maker, adept at finding the weak spot in an opponent, and quick to take a chance and cut a corner. But it comes with a cost, he’s desperate for adulation, attention and being seen as all powerful, but he projects as a maladjusted 12-year-old, not the most powerful man in the world. To put it in the simplest, street terms, Trump does what Trump wants to do and doesn’t like being told, “no”. He views himself as an outsider, courting the image of an outlaw, operating on the fringe of acceptable behavior, a swashbuckler, a tough guy, the guy you wouldn’t mess with. Realistically, he’s the farthest thing from it. He’s a germaphobe with an orange spray tan, who can’t drive a car, and wears his feelings on his sleeve.  Are there two Trumps, one good, one bad? I’m not sure he knows. What I know and he doesn’t, is that respect is never given, it’s earned --stick up for the underdog, put yourself on the line for somebody else, do these things when there’s no TV cameras or microphones around, then maybe you’ll get some of the respect you crave. I’m not a prophet, a fortune teller, or a PhD in political science, but I can guarantee you that Donald Trump’s ending won’t be pleasant. He’s made too many enemies, foreign and domestic, and it’s only a matter of time ‘til they find common cause, and strike back. In the racial turbulence of the 70’s, black folks had saying, “…what goes around comes around…” It might be wise to remember that old saying when your approval rating is topping out at 38%....