Yes, El Presidente is a repugnant human being.  He has the morals of whatever low life vermin you care to compare him to.  Anybody who has been paying attention to him over the last three years since he slid down that escalator, thinking that it was a badly phrased joke, a vainglorious bit of thrill seeking and hucksterism, has learned just how low America has sunk.  We found out just how unhappy Americans are with the system.  No sane person who even had a tiny hint of this moronic buffoon’s history would have put him into his current position.  There really are a lot of unsatisfied Americans.  He is in his late sixties, still fancying he is cute, childlike, and obviously suffering from some form of arrested development.

But he is just a hand puppet of whatever group of people who put him there.  Most leaders at the top rungs of a hierarchy are just positioned there by power brokers, especially when that hierarchy is governmental.  Let us face it, long gone are the days when physical prowess and blood snatch the crown off a fresh corpse.  El Presidente’s attention span is easily disrupted by any bauble, fast food, or flesh pot.  Some handler kept him on track; the forces behind most Presidentes guide their strings with care.  Their handlers have profit margins to look after, stock holders to please, products to move, laborers to manage.  Those laborers have to feel safe to go out and buy the products they are enticed to need.  They have to be convinced that they are in harms way, somebody out there is coming to take their stuff, so they buy weapons.  When you probably have the most heavily armed civilian population on the planet, why do you need the largest military budget as well?  Is it some weird redundancy plan for when your military fails?

If it is not your neighbor who always has the better toys, it is people who are on the wrong side of the tracks, or off the rails clambering to get into your country clubs, coming to take your wives and daughters.  It might be those people from the next state, province, or country.  And when all else fails, Mars needs women.  Some strange mutant has risen from the swamp.  Something, besides Death, is coming to kill you.  Have you planned for your funeral yet?  You do not want to be a burden on your family.  Life insurance, health insurance, auto insurance, legal insurance, you will need all of those as you are never going have that several million dollars to pay off anything that comes your way.  You are never going to have that money that is making money, so you never have to get a job.  Surplus income, what is that?  And if you do not have that you are entertaining yourself too much.   But eat all you want, we will just make more.

Most Presidentes traditionally get to wear a manly military uniform, but our current one only has a tacky suit and golf togs.  His only battles have been trying to not get the clap.  We do not know if he succeeded as his personal physician’s records have been seized and squirreled away.  I believe it was Wilde who said golf is a good way to ruin a perfectly good walk.  We really need a manly test to see if this current role model gets to pretend to be El Presidente for four more years: not golf.  He is reputed to cheat.  Let’s put him in a boxing ring with his leading contender.  He is a brave Presidente.  After over two years of this crap without anybody laying a glove on him, at least to my satisfaction, I want to see this one beaten to a bloody pulp.  I have never felt this way about a sitting El Presidente before.  Sure, prison or a firing squad, but not beaten to a bloody pulp.  My Bad.










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About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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