Why?

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Dear you,

Why are so many Americans supporting our President?  Every day, he stands in front of cameras and lies.  He doesn’t even blink.  Yesterday, he talked about how European nations have never contributed $ to help Ukraine protect itself.  And, of course, they have.  But he just keeps saying that, the lie.


So, on this day as we move towards impeachment, chat about the latest scandal (whistle-blower), and apparently back-burner the UN report about our Earth/bodies of water and wild things being pretty much . . . done, I can only ask WHY?

Possible answers:

1. The Trump diehards truly want a “white”, polluted, and fast food fueled culture.

2. The Trump voter has been taught over and over and over that democrats or liberals are “not really Americans”.  We are evil and pagan and too physically fit to be real Americans. That propaganda loop is running in their heads and cannot be shut down.

3. The Evangelical Trump supporters want the world to end so they can get on to their theorized version of heaven.

4. Like the old-school Republicans (see the Senate) who flipped from reviling Donald to kissing his ring, perhaps Trump supporters fear him and believe his threats about a ruined nation “if” he is ejected or not re-elected.

5. And finally, the worst possible answer, his fans are simply assholes.

There it is.

But guessing WHY does not lessen my confusion. 

Why choose something ugly instead of a forward-moving nation, one that works cooperatively with other forward-moving nations?


Because, see one through five above.


Currently the man in question is yakking at a televised press conference and blathering on about how everything he touches turns to gold.  Great success . . . etc., etc., etc.  He is living in his own head, his own movie.  I guess we all do. Which raises another question that is not “why?”:

What will I do today?


I will simply post this little blog-thought, take care of my Vivo-cat, step out to the beach in this record-breaking heat and pick up discarded beer bottles tossed aside by our lovely visitors, and do my best.  Try to do my best.  And write a better movie script!

XO

Joyce