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This past Tuesday in Johnstown, PA, as Donald Trump asked suburban women to “like him” and after he stated that he was the “law and order” candidate who kept them safe, he muttered these words: “I saved your damn neighborhood.”
I think this about sums up Trump’s attitude towards the people of the United States. You, and everything about you, he holds in regard as being damned.
You are the plebe, and it took the grace of the King (despot) to have mercy on you (in his own opinion) to save your wretched and dammed life… he saved your damn neighborhood. It may not have a golden toilet and a lot of rooms and several staff employed to clean and run errands and cook meals, and because of this, because of your mediocrity and your weakness, your pathetic neighborhood is a “damn” neighborhood.
Because you don’t have a security detail and because you sort out money in order to figure out which bills to pay in what order, your life is worth nothing to him.
The damn neighborhood can be translated into all aspects of your life as far as Trump is concerned: your damn kids, your damn spouse, your damn life, your damn mortgage, your damn dogs… this is exactly what we mean to him.
His handling of the coronavirus speaks volumes on how he feels about John Q. Public… he just doesn’t give a damn.
He does give a damn about your vote which will keep him in power and possibly keep him from being subpoenaed, tried, prosecuted, and sentenced in several pending cases that have not pressed forward because he is the “sitting President.”
His threat to just disappear and leave the country if he loses the election, to which he hinted at his Macon, GA rally last week, is more about taking that Assange-type escape route and head for immunity in some foreign land.
I say we send him packing. If your neighborhood and life is damnable to him, then don’t give him your damn vote.
