Trump, the Instigator of America’s New Wisdom

It has been suggested that Trump followers have a low IQ. I met one who did not

I’m on a flight from Chicago to Denver, yet another trip in the Midwest of the United States. Business class is half-empty, giving me choice of seats. I chose a window seat in the third row and hoped the upgrade list was small. Damn my luck, ten minutes before takeoff and they’d filled my section. So much for solitude.

I was already dozing when a flurry of activity happened as passengers started filling the seats around me. Think what you will, but I’m visibly irritated that seats are being filled, it’s just a matter of time.

I keep a grim look upon my face, a shield against the havoc around me. The grim look is useless, but I’m content to watch, in an ungentlemanly way, the struggle of my seat companion. She first has to remove a laptop from a carryon case before lifting an obviously overweight piece of luggage into the overhead locker, which she fails to do, acting distressed.

A sucker from across the aisle leaps up, twice her age, and struggles as much with it over his head. It is a heart attack waiting to happen. The old boy sits down, flushed in the face, breathing heavily.

Then she has to remove her jacket, which, too, gets thrown exploded a button, revealing a white lacy bra.

Without invitation, she starts telling me about her nightmare taxi ride to the airport and how she prefers to be usually early for her flight.

I can’t prevent a mental grimace at the inaccuracy involved in the combination of usually and always. Her accent is east coast American, so naturally, I make allowance.

“I’m Rebecca,” she says.

My sense of smell is drawn to her scent and wonder why she doesn’t know there’s an overwhelming acceptance that wearing perfumes in close proximity to others is no longer acceptable. History dates it as expensive probably a gift from a lover.

“Harry.” I reply, convinced that was the first and last word spoken between us.

As the Dreamliner trundled down the taxiway, it was the turn and then the rush of noise that pushed me back in my seat. I picked up the newspaper bought in the terminal, not to read, to give off a clear sign I’m not willing to chat.

Once we were in the air, I think she said Rebecca, made it known that she was hot, as if this is a matter of public interest and reached up to turn on the air. Good God, her tits are enormous.

“What do you think about that, Harry,” she asked as if we’d been friends since childhood, pointing to a sub headline, her dark eyes wide open and looking straight at the newspaper.

“About…?” I say, closing the newspaper, looking to see to what she is referring.

“That!” She pointed out. “E. Jean Carroll, suing Trump for forcibly raping and groping her in the 1990’s. It’s all rubbish, so political,” she said.

There’s a moment of guilt, having admired her breasts sideways on, and know she’s wearing a flimsy laced bra.

“You think she’s lying?” I asked.

“Of course, why would anyone believe anything else?”

“You believe Mr. Trump?”

“He’s a guy, right. Men like flighty women, it’s their thing. They’ll deny it of course, but you know, of course, you do, you’re a guy.”

“True, perhaps, but raping women, groping them, that’s a whole lot different from just admiring them,” I say, skating on thin ice.

“Trumps a stud, he’s got money, power, wealth, the guys a stud,” she says. “How many men in power, having great wealth, fall foul of pretty women looking for opportunity? You can read about it every day in one news article or another.”

“So, it’s all about women looking to take career shortcuts, using men, and then calling the shots if they don’t get what they want?” I question. “You don’t think Trump is a bit creepy when it comes to the way he thinks and talks about women?”

“Why? Because he uses the word pussy? What man doesn’t?”

“I don’t know, maybe some.”

“I’ll be blunt, Harry, you said?”

“Yes.”

“Harry, have you thought about my tits?”

“Sorry!” I said, in exaggerated shock. Making sure I keep eye contact.

“Exactly. See, immediately you’re on the defensive. Of course, you have. I would be offended if you said you hadn’t…”

“I didn’t say….” I said trying to convince her of my innocence.

“Men think we women don’t notice. Men in general, like big tits. I wear a bra to exaggerate the size of mine, at least to make them look like they don’t flop. All men think about is rubbing their faces between them.”

“I’m terribly sorry,” I say, “this is a discussion I’m not wholly comfortable with,” and pause when I realize these are the most words I’ve ever spoken to another person while seated in an airplane. “I’m not sure what you’re saying is true,” I said, unprepared to make a case. “But I take your point.”

“Are you always this pompous, Harry, or are you trying to impress me?” She responds. “Of course, you do, it’s quite natural. Your face has been between tits, I know it. To us women, well, we don’t get it, they’re just baby feeders, but men go ape shit for them. Tits fill bars, casinos, clubs, and if launderettes kept a topless woman to fold shirts, far less men would leave the washing to their wives.”

“But we were talking about Trump, your ex-president. His faults don’t stop with women, he’s a crook, so I’ve read. Being British, I don’t know. Clearly you don’t think so, right?”

“No more than the prick we have in there now. His son is going to prison when we get into the New Year, you watch. He’s been earning millions off his father’s status in government. You know he’s given away secrets for that kind of money?”

“And Trumps family? What do you think about them?”

“They’re a successful family, not just dad, sure he may have helped his kids out at the start, like his father helped him out, that’s what dad’s do, isn’t it?”

“So, all the fuss about Mar O Lago and the top-secret documents, that’s all square with you.

“To my mind he’s still our president. He can take docs with him, working from home, like everyone else. He’s the best, and in my mind, he’s got our backs. President Trump was robbed of his second term. And of course, we all know why, he was getting too close to the child molesters in the democratic party,” she said.

“Is that true, then? I read something about it back in London.”

“Absolutely, but they are running scared now. They’ve been opened up like a can of tuna. The guilty must be shaking come January.”

“So, if you had to compare Biden to Trump, you’re saying that Trump is by far the better officer when it comes to running the country?”

“Yes, sir. Case in point. Now did Biden just do? He made us the laughingstock of the world. Putin must be lying on his back kicking up his legs laughing,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Biden just swapped the world’s biggest rogue arm’s dealer for a tennis player! In what world is that a great swap? A gay tennis player for a man who fixed for Americans to die and is now fixing to murder as many more as he can, and that is exactly what he will do. In return we get a very tall freak who plays tennis and spends a great deal of time in women’s changing rooms.”

“Is gay not well thought of over here?”

“I guess not, not by those of us who believe in the bible, or the family unit. Gay people, by definition, don’t exactly fit the bill. I wouldn’t want to hang out in a ladies dressing room knowing a queer is giving me the once over.”

“But a guy doing exactly that, that’s okay?”

“That’s natural, gay isn’t natural. Its unreligious. It’s not family first.”

“Interesting. I read something about it in the London newspapers, but I haven’t really got any idea,” I said, “but you, being an American citizen, and knowing stuff, you believe Trump is a good guy?”

“His record proves it, on immigration, drugs, making Europeans pay for our defense of their countries, then Biden steps up and gives billions of dollars in arms to Ukraine. What has Ukraine got to do with us. I think most people have accepted that Biden wants war with Russia, just to keep from being impeached.”

“Interesting. Is that a well held belief here in the United States?”

“It’s the truth.”

“And where do you get your turth? What are the best news outlets here in the States?”

“Carlson and Hannity.”

“Is that a news channel?”

“Sorry, I mean Fox news. It’s not corrupted like the others. Take CNN, they should be shut down and called traitors.”

“But didn’t those people Trump wanted in Congress; didn’t they all fail to be elected?”

“Yes, what else can we expect when the voting is rigged. The country needs to accept that Donald J Trump is our president. There’s so much needs to be cleaned up.”

“It’s so interesting to me. The truth is, about three minutes after you started talking, I slipped my iPhone into recording mode to capture our conversation,” I said, and brought out my iPhone to show the recording light. “Honestly,” I went on, “I’m mentally shocked. Every muscle in my body is tense. But then to be seated next to an educated woman holding as true the MAGA viewpoint, against all the evidence, which suggests that Trump is the worst president in American history, well, it feels surreal. Honestly, while encouraging you to talk, I was, at the same time, offended by your position.”

“Of course, you cannot imagine that an intelligent woman can like Trump, or get that the Big lie is, in fact, a dirty truth,” she said, not backing down in the least.

“But the truth of which you speak, it has been proven a lie in almost every court that looked at the cases where fraud was believed to happen and many of those were courts leaning Republican. I mean that is evidence based, every time I speak to someone who believes Trump was defrauded from the Presidency, they offer no evidence other than has been proven false, then it becomes a ‘something smells’ test. Hardly evidence.”

“Have you heard the term, no smoke without flames?”

“Of course.”

“Well, come January, we shall see what the smoke is hiding. The Biden family will be exposed, the Democrats will be busted wide open. Then we will see if there has been a Big Lie, and who are the perpetrators.”

“You think Republicans like McCarthy, Jordon, Gaetz, Cruz, Hawley, Greene, they will be the new leadership?”

“I hope so. That’s a powerful team right there,” she said.

“Do you have a question for me, if I tell you I think Biden will be one of the finer Presidents based on term results.”

“You’re British, right?”

“I am, born, and for most of my life.”

“Which is strange. Biden is the most left-wing presidency we’ve ever known. It is an administration that doesn’t believe in the special relationship, especially with the UK. When Trump and Johnson were working together, that was the best relationship we ever had,” she said.

The woman reminded me of Kari Lake, a woman of some influence, having an ability to say things in a manner one cannot believe it is a lie, and most times, very intentional.

Behind this mask of mine, is a well-groomed decency. For the first time in my life, I had spoken to a woman with whom I could not continue a discussion on our opposing viewpoints. I️ cannot interpret her belief?

I found myself torn between anger and vanity. I acted without thinking and, in the moment, felt a desire to scrub the recording. Not because I left her blindsided, but because in the strangest of ways, she might be the most provocative woman I ever met on an airplane, in fact, anywhere.

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