Twisted Reality ©
By
Michael Casey
My head is throbbing and I’ve taken another paracetamol but I want to write something before bedtime, though I did have a much needed 2 hour nap today. Such is my reality, twisted or not. The past couple of days I was out and about but today it was back to my twisted reality. I also was reading the News online, proper newspapers, not FB rubbish, or anybody else’s rubbish. So Trump as ever swamps the news, the wall dispute goes on, but he is the Messiah to the Religious Right in some distorted Twisted Reality.
Hence tonight’s piece, how we all view things from different angles or is it angels? Some have their demons and others behave like devils, so when people meet to negotiate perception itself is tested.
He slapped the Desk and had a Tantrum
OR
He stroked the desk wishing it was his wife’s body, or anybody else’s wife’s body. Tender and Passionate, not costing $130,000
He handed out sweets like a teacher rewarding his favourite class
OR
He tried to silence us by gluing our teeth together with cheap candy
He listened attentively to all our points of view
OR
He really was saying screw you
He got up and left without even listening to anything we said
OR
There was a golf tournament on, so he went to watch that on tv instead
He was pensive and thoughtful, and ever so Presidential
OR
He just tweeted drop dead as he splashed us from his car instead
He went to the Oval Office to be ever so Presidential
OR
Nobody gives a heck where he speaks from, he can speak from the John because the Workers are being dumped on.
The staff still got a pay check
OR
The payslip had pay ZERO on it, feed my family with zero.
He visited the Border to see where he’d build his wall
OR
What for, invest in People not barriers
Berlin had a Wall, Jericho had a Wall, both fall
He looks so tough fighting for what is right
OR
He is building a wall of ignorance and shame, that is his everlasting Fame
And on it goes, it’s always the other guys fault.
BUT as Truman knew
The Buck stops Here.
How long will this pantomime last, true republicans, from every party should end this freak show, horror show of a Presidency. Crashing about like a bull in a china shop, like a drunk at the wheel of state. Stock Market all over the Place, Trade Policy all over the Place, Foreign Policy made up as he sits on the toilet tweeting every morning.
The Bully must be brought down.
OR
He is so organised his team is so great, never making a mistake, nobody ever does anything wrong. They are so pious, and holy. It’s everybody else who is wrong. My daughter would be great at the World Bank, my son in law is such a genius too. Everybody loves being inside a washing machine as it spins, this is my Trump presidency.
So I could be wrong and he is the nicest man ever, until somebody leaks his tax returns. He hasn’t paid tax in ten years. He was bailed out by a German bank with Russian mafia money. Who knows, it could all be like in the Fake News Press.
Good is Good, and the American People are always Great, despite any Politician. But for the sake of the rest of the world and to avoid any accidental war, can we get Trump off the world stage and back on the golf course where his lies cannot harm anybody.
OR am I just a totally misguided person, who cannot see the good oozing from his every pore, he’s such a nice man creating the best possible world.
I think I shall watch Candide now, to see true Reality.
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