Bringing
Coals to San Juan
Who knew part of
America is an island surrounded by water, lots of water. There was
the man who thinks he is a president explaining geographical logic
and formations. Could it be that he thought out loud, that this was
the most he thought about the logistics of getting food to Puerto
Rico? Did we actually see the gold encrusted wheels try to take the
rare bend toward being remotely presidential? If so, what would
motivate him? They don't vote. If they did it probably wouldn't be
for him. The golf club there is second-hand (Trump only lent his name
to it in 2008), and couldn't be much of a concern to him. And, the
lack of a response expected of one's president may be colored
by—well—color. That and, I'm spit-balling, contemporaneously
learning that Puerto Rico is a US territory.
How can that
compare to the mentally easy and politically high stakes game of
taking on the NFL? Reprimanding a handful of black athletes who
choose to “take a knee” or link arms during the national anthem
is less contentious than helping a desperate mayor of San Juan. By
recognizing, or even admitting his ignorance of, Carmen Cruz Trump is
not in his me zone. He risks the biggest fear of all; something not
being about HIM, for HIM, or benefiting HIM in any way. He'd be a fat
cat on a window ledge hanging by its claws with only 1 (at last
count) political life left, and this cat is too fat and stupid to
land on its feet. He blew any chance of any redemption by responding
to his base in Texas and Florida in the wakes of Harvey and Irma. It
wasn't a page from presidential compassion 101 but, for Trump, that's
probably as good as it's going to get. Where's there a trace of
altruism, evidence of true compassion, no monetary, political, or
racial motives? He went to Houston expecting to see his core red
red-meat eating voters back in 2020, #2 pencil in hand, ready to fill
in HIS oval on the ballot.
Not even close. Not
even in the arena to be an issue controvertible to a self-righteous
ploy to wrap in a flag and press (as one would coal to diamonds) into
votes. They kind of went down like dominoes. Black. . . white. . .
you get the gist. The statement those players are making. Even if
they have personally benefited from the American experience, they are
using there place to stand up, or down, for the thousands for whom
America has offered a less than positive experience, an America that
evidently, in 2017, values their lives as little as it did in 1905.
Trump get mad. He tweet at NFL owners. He say fire those players,
“YOU'RE FIRED” he blasts, invoking his first Apprentice right.
Another arrow in the core red-meat-seeking quiver. They are
UN-American. They are disrespectful of veterans of foreign (and
domestic) wars. Watch that pot/kettle thing. Does the name Khan ring
a bell in Trump tower NY?
God is
reprehensible. God is not in ally in any way, shape, or form. A
natural disaster has no culpability until after the fact. Until the
pallets of water and food are found to be inadequate from donors who
have no where near the resources your alleged government has. All
Trump can do is try to stay within his physical and mental capacity,
play to his strengths, tackle the issues that are not life
threatening—particularly his political one. So, as Mayor Cruz “does
something she never thought I'd have to do” and takes a knee, begs
for assistance, Trump just tweets. He spins toward HIMSELF. He has
diluted Sarah H. Sanders and acting DHS muck Elaine Duke into playing
ball his way; beginning with singing his praises.
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