Of course…this Frank music-fest is perfect timing given it’s going to be -12 in a day or so. We live on a three acre mini ranch out here in the woods of Deer Creek and I’m worried about the wild turkeys and other wild life. I’m trying to think of some way I can install some sort of heating system next to the back porch like the Green Bay Packers have at Lambeau Field without burning down the house.
Pauli the diva black lab has pretty much indicated to me she’s not an Arctic lab. She’s all spread out on her little doggie bed in front of the fireplace with her paws almost in the flames. She loves the flames…absolutely mesmerized by the flames.
It will be a good day to reflect on Trump as we wait for the real closing statements by the House prosecutors later today.
Trump has changed me. And this is something I will have to deal with as I navigate with what’s left of my life. I find myself in reality having no sympathy for my Trump relatives and friends who doubled and tripled down on this piece of shit.
Let me put it this way…if I were George Conway married to Kellyanne Conway—I’d be looking to end the marriage tomorrow. In fact–if I were hypothetically single there is no way in hell I could ever have a relationship with a woman who voted for Donald Trump twice.
I could get past the fact she voted for him the first time in an act of frustration, but to double down on the human junk bond the second time would be it for me for this simple reason…. he has no heart. There is nothing redeemable about this person.
The man has no empathy for other humans in any regard. Like my young CPA friend Kyle told me, ” Mike–the man is not an empath. He’s not capable of being kind to anyone.”
Fortunately for me…my wife hates Donald Trump. I mean…could I stay in a relationship with someone who to this day still thinks O.J. Simpson didn’t commit that double homicide. No way. I could not live with a woman who watches Fox even it was Kate Beckinsale from Serendipity. Maybe if I was young again and stupid like I was in my twenties–I could have casual non-commital sex with a Trump empty vessel one time like George Costanza, but that would be it. Nothing beyond that. One and done, baby. But everyone is stupid to some degree when they’re young.
But if you’re in your forties and fifties and still clueless and stupid…that’s a concern.
As far as other relatives and friends. I don’t know. I mean…if at this point you’re still clinging to Trump… why would I want you as a friend. I know that sounds callous and cold, but why would I be with someone who in no way values kindness to others. This has nothing to do with politics or policy because Trump has no doctrines or policies. He’s just a punk.
Anyway…if you get a chance during this brutal weather take the time to watch the Frank docu film. The music entertwined with his life story is quite remarkable.