What if I’m wrong. And Trump is right. About everything that’s
meaningful. Politically. Economically. Socially. I try to pretend. That I’ve
been left behind. In a changing world. That I’m no longer in the mainstream.
And that Trump is. After all, he’s been elected president. And here I am. In
the backwoods. Pretty much voiceless. And powerless. I don’t call the shots.
Trump does. Because he knows how to maneuver. Manipulate. He has a grasp. On
how to come to power. And to get his way. A man without scruples. Without a
conscience. Able to say, ‘To hell with the common good.’ In favor of the good and
pleasure of Donald Trump. And those of his ilk. He tells lies. Fabricates. Deceives. The only truth is Trump’s truth.
Built on a foundation of lies. --Jim Broede
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