My dream last night informed me
Last night I dreamt that I was saying goodbye to Barack Obama, shaking his hand. And I felt myself tearing up as I tried to find the right words to express to him how much I loved him as my President and Leader.
When I woke up, I realized that people who love Trump and call him “the greatest President” of their lifetimes, feel every bit as emotional and intense these days as I felt towards Obama in my dream.
I don’t understand how anyone in their right fuckin’ mind could feel that way about the Tangerine Crime Boss Imbecile with the micro-sized I.Q. and the ethics, loyalty, manners, and civility of a starving, rabid sewer rat????
But...
...I DO understand that when we give our hearts and hopes to anyone or anything, it’s difficult or sometimes impossible to escape our emotional attachment.
Saying goodbye to Barrack in my dream last night made me sad.
Saying goodbye to Trump every waking moment of one’s fuckin’ day probably feels pretty shitty about now too.
