let them eat cake

Larry and Gabby have argued over which of them should write the post covering this recent tweet from Trump while golfing in New Jersey.

“Such poor leadership ability by the Mayor of San Juan, and others in Puerto Rico, who are not able to get their workers to help.  They want everything to be done for them when it should be a community effort.”

Well, howdy, howdy y’all.  Seems like I won the argument.  Larry just ain’t got the necessary range of adjectives to cover this tweet from the twat-in-chief.  He agreed that there comes a time in a man’s life when nice talk, sweetness, love, and compassion don’t stand up to the job that needs to be done.  Larry said, “Go for it, Gabby.  But remember I got the editing pen.”

Let me see here, buckaroos, where can I begin?  Naw, that word will get censored fer sure and my next thought is just too trashy even for a good ole boy like me, and I sure as hell don’t want them women folks out there to blush over any kind of reference to Trump’s genitalia….although a lot could be said about not much of anything.  Ever tell y’all the story ’bout the trucker with a master-blaster CB?  His  radio was so powerful it would shake folks outta bed living in the next state.  Turns out his bigggggg  radiooooo just compensated for a tiny doohickey.  Well, Gabby can’t confirm it but that’s the story and I’m sticking to it.  Whaaaat? The driver had a small 2 way transmitter for talking to his co-driver at the loading dock, a DOOHICKY.  “Hey Jim, you got the doohickey on ya?”  It’s kinda like a thingamajig.  Gawwwwwwd, you folks got some dirty minds!

But, I digress.  What brought driving truck to mind was them drivers had a need to boost their own weak egos by belittling other drivers.  They blamed everyone else on the highway for their own stupidity.  Never took responsibility for their own shortcomings.  Hell, according to them, they had no shortcomings.  They lived in that small-minded,  closeted world that screamed me, me, me, look at me.  I am somebody. Dammit, I am better than you and you need to agree with me.

Momma, bless her heart, called folks like them piss pots.  Y’all know about poor folks who’s so poor that they don’t have  a “pot to piss in”.  Well, Momma called them hi-falooting, showoffs that lived on the other side of town “pisspots”.  “Why,” you might ask?  I don’t know, she just didn’t like ’em.  Has nothing to do with my story.  But, here’s a shout-out to Momma, bless her soul.  Went home to be with the Lord in 1992.  Now, there was one sweet hearted woman.  Went blind when she was just shy of 30 years old, husband left her with a young’un, me, to care for.  And, with Jesus hisself as my witness, I swear I never went hungry or without clothes or without love growing up.  Didn’t have much, but, I knew I had a helluva lot more than them pisspots on the other side of town.

Me and Trump is the same age give or take a few months.  I hear his mom and dad sent him off to military school when he was a young’un.   Maybe that’s part of the reason he don’t know how to get out of hisself and show feelings for other folks.  Then daddy gave him a couple million bucks to play with out of college, so he really didn’t have much chance to grow up like the rest of us.  Kinda stayed in that military school mindset, college boy shenanigans, country club privilege.

Larry was a lil bit  concerned that I would unload with a barrage of nasty insults on Trump.  Hell, I’d like to even now as I write.  But, we all know he’s a poor excuse for a human being and anything I could add is just beating a dead horse.  But, it scares me what his message is to our young’uns.  What do they see when he goes into his rants on Twitter?  What kind of role model is he for our kids?

When we see on the screens all across America the Mayor of San Juan standing waist-deep in shit water pleading for help and Trump’s tweet in reply from the luxury of his golf club in New Jersey is that she shows poor leadership qualities and that the people of Puerto Rico ought to show a little more community spirit….well Gabby’s heart cries for justice on Trump, immediate and swift.  And I ain’t asking that of any human powers.  NosirreeBob, Gabby’s taking that directly to God Almighty.

Folks, contrary to popular opinion, I ain’t just another pretty face in the crowd. I’ve been educated in the finest of schools, the school of hard knocks.  I like quotes.

“Qu’ils mangent de la brioche”

Let them eat cake.  Supposedly a great French princess said that when she was told that the poor people had no butter and eggs for brioche and bread was less expensive.  Just like our POTUS today, the great princess had no concern or regard for the peasants.  Trump puts on a great show, he surrounds himself with the best clowns, and he manages to divide the people with utter chaos, but, we know he’s just a pisspot……..hey, speaking of body fluids, did y’all hear the one about the Russian prostitutes?

 

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW

 

smiley 3

 

 

 

 

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larrypaulbrown

Years ago when I moved from Pennsylvania to Florida, Homosassa was a sleepy fishing village with just one traffic light. Today, unfortunately, it is a bustling fishing village with three traffic lights and a new WalMart. Being a retired trucker, I've seen the continental United States coast to coast and north to south hundreds of times and don't care to venture out of Florida again. Driving was a great adventure and a great job. We don't get too excited about things around here. Tourists enjoy the river and the manatees. Snowbirds come down to share their northern wisdom and spend their money. I sit on the front porch and watch the world go by.......and write.

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