Donald Trump’s one rare moment of honesty

By Saturday, April 1, 2017 0 1

If you and the rest of those on the global stage were scared shitless on the morning of November 9, 2016, in April 2017, less than 100 days since he delivered the most dystopian inauguration speech ever made by a POTUS, we are all now terrified of his power to sow chaos and weaken America’s influence on the world stage.


We are live witnesses to the gods of chaos of this mentally deranged man-child.


He has turned out to be exactly as we knew he always was. Disconnected from party politics, unconcerned about and, dunce to policy and worse, caring little about how his incuriosity impacts the American people and loyal allies of the U.S.


He is as he has always been; a juvenile who always had his way and was protected by a father who apparently knew the nature of the many monsters inside little Donald.


Recently Trump appointed his daughter Ivanka to a nebulous White House position. Ivanka knows as much about policy as he does which is diddley squat, zero, nada, zilch. But it is an honest move.


Why do I say this?


It is obvious that his daughter Ivanka is at the very least, her father’s security blanket. President Trump (that hurts!) cares little about his ignorance and the woeful incapacities he has carried with him to the White House. In fact many pundits have hit the nail on the head by stating that Trump is ignorant about his own ignorance, the classic definition of a fool.


But who understands the fool like his daughter. Placing her there in the White House ‘to do stuff’ means she gets to rub his head as he finds himself way deeper into a job that his poor, low IQ, rich boy persona is deathly scared of. Only he cannot admit it publicly.


But in the nights he can say to Ivanka, ‘Honey, have you seen my casinos?’


‘Dad, you’re out of that business. It’s been years now. They say it was bankruptcy but we know it was simply restructuring.’


‘Oh yes,’ says Trump. ‘I remember. Honey can you roast a Trump steak for me and serve it with ketchup.’


‘Dad, that business did not even get off the ground. You were smart to divest yourself of it. Just like the Trump vodka and…’


‘No thanks. I don’t drink.’


Ivanka rubs his head again. Trump speaks. ‘So, what business am I into now? Am I making tons of money honey?’


‘It’s called president Daddy. You are President of the USA. And you are really going to become a real billionaire.’


‘Oh yes. Great! Honey can I rest my head on your lap. And please, keep that madman, Bannon away from me. Where is your mother honey?’


‘You divorced her Dad. As you did Marla. Remember?’


‘Oh, yes I remember now.’ Suddenly he sits up, erect and seemingly ready for action. ‘Do me a favour sweets. Call my lawyer. Need to see him now! I am going to file for divorce from this fucking presidency! Dang, it believes it’s going to leave me first. Not on your life. I am the one doing the leaving!’


‘It’s OK Dad. I will spike Bannon’s tea tomorrow. It’s OK Dad. I will not allow presidency to mess with you anymore. There, there, go to sleep.’


“To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come…”

Mark Wignall

Mark Wignall

As one of Jamaica’s most read columnists if not the most read, Mark Wignall began with a brief stint writing for Jamaica’s oldest and most respected publication, the Gleaner - it's Sunday edition...
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