Despite all the anti-Trump memes I have posted, the truth is I do not hate the man.
However, I do not admire his intellect; because he has little to none.
When I hear him speak I wonder if he suffers from severe, untreated dyslexia: his language skills are poor, his vocabulary is limited to few words that he repeats. And his pronunciation is garbled at times— as if English were not his native language.
Trump often struggles, trying to find words to share his thoughts, yet he is unable to recall any. Maybe, the thoughts were never there?
Listening to him speak is painful; his speeches are collections of haphazard thoughts and mismatched words that invariably end as compositions of poor quality farce.
While this may be perfect for entertainment, it is way below par for a statesman attempting to convey matters of great importance to the country and its citizens. No matter how hard he tries, Trump fails every effort. It is pitiful.
So, no. I do not hate Trump. I do despise his backers, those who finance his campaigns for their own interests.
I can’t tolerate his ignorant followers who have deluded themselves into thinking that both they and their idol are virtuous, God-fearing patriots even as they tear apart everything about our country that made it truly great.
Also, I cannot tolerate those followers who wrap themselves in mantles of piety yet violate all the sacred teachings of Christ at every step of the way. Perhaps Christ weeps?
“Give him a chance!” his followers chanted three years ago. We gave him a chance; it was a mistake. A big mistake. Huge!
So, I don’t hate Trump. How can anyone hate a pitiful puppet? On the other hand, I harbor intense dislike for the puppeteers, and without a doubt, I wish them ill.