The “Trump” is Naked
The “billionaire” was never what he claimed to be
When the New York Times revealed what millions of us suspected; that our president was a con artist, something that had been made clear over the last, oh, say, thirty or more years, it was as if an already limp balloon had been punctured.
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Experts say that if he’d just put the money his daddy left him in the bank like our parents always tell us to do, he’d be rich beyond compare. But everything he touches really does die.
And yet, will it really make a difference?
I reminisced a little…*Hans Christian Andersen published a tale in 1837. Do you remember it? The Emperor, who wastes money on his clothing while his kingdom falls into poverty and despair, primarily because he's a narcissist, is told by two con men that they can weave him an outfit better than anything on earth. It’s never been seen before, they tell him. But here's the thing — you only recognize the magnificence of what he’s wearing — if you have refinement. You must be an acolyte, a follower —distinguished and learned.
If you are not one of these; if instead, you’re stupid and incompetent, the clothing will be invisible to you. If you’re a libtard, a sheeple, or a socialist, you couldn’t possibly understand the genius right in front of your eyes!
The Emperor gave the con men an amazing amount of money and they went right to work on the looms that were provided by the town. They worked and worked and worked way into the night.
The Emperor was afraid to look at the work — because the stupid and the slow couldn’t see it, and what if he saw nothing? So he sent an honest man to go look at the work. The old minister went to the sewing room and saw the two tailors working earnestly.
But there was nothing on the looms.
“Isn’t it a beautiful piece of goods?” the swindlers asked him, as they displayed and described their imaginary pattern.
And they asked him for more money and gold — which the town readily took from FEMA and supplied. After all, the minister said to himself — I must be a fool. That’s why I can’t see it! But nobody can know…
Next, the Emperor and his gang arrived to see the beautiful patterns with colors of red and blue and gold…that others could see. But he saw nothing on the loom. The con men held up the arms and the legs of the garment, describing them with tones of awe.
But there was still nothing there…and they proceeded to strip the Emperor so they could dress him in his new finery.
“All of them are as light as a spider web. One would almost think he had nothing on, but that’s what makes them so fine.”
But no one would admit that there was nothing there.
The G̶O̶P noblemen who were to carry his train stooped low and reached for the floor as if they were picking up his mantle. Then they pretended to lift and hold it high. They didn’t dare admit they had nothing to hold.
The Emperor walked proudly and flew all over the country. Thousands came to worship at his feet during the pandemic.
“Isn’t he wonderful,” The believers said to one another.
“He will save us!” The crowd nodded in each other’s faces, breathing in happiness and glee, maskless of course. Of course, they saw a vision of complete beauty. They were the chosen ones.
“Save the children,” they said.
The Emperor had never looked so swell. He was winning, he thought.
“But people are dying,” a teenager said.
His father said, “He’s joking, of course.”
And gentlemen who overheard said, “That kid said that people are dying.” And his neighbor said it to his neighbor…and on and on it went.
And some people said, “But people are dying.”
“They’re nobodies,” the Emperor roared. He shook with a chill because the material was so light and because it was a little cold. Then he left the COVID-19 behind to spread even more and went on to Virginia. Again.
And all went on as before…
*Andersen, H. C., Burton, V. L., & Houghton Mifflin Company. (1949). The emperor’s new clothes. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Co.