Am I A Trump Hater?   When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. – 1 Corinthians 13:11   Parson Weems had the Father of Our Country, George Washington, say, “I cannot tell a lie.” In the era of the Donald Trump, he would be saying, “I cannot tell an alternative fact.” The George W. Bush administration gave us “the reality based community.” With their moving boxes not even unpacked, the Trump administration has given the American people “alternative facts.”   Poor ol’ Donald Trump has become like that brilliant Richard Pryor routine where he talks about being caught in bed with another woman by his wife. Claiming she did not see what she just saw, he asks his wife one simple question, “Who you going to believe? Me? Or your lying eyes?” It is 1984 and too many Americans are starting to doubt their eyes.    Trump claimed it stopped raining and the sun came out, like God was smiling down on him, during his inaugural address. Never mind that the minister who delivered the benediction afterwards, trying to make the best of the situation, commented at the time that rain in the Bible was a blessing from God. Who you going to believe, Trump or your lying eyes?   Incensed by media coverage of the crowd size at his inauguration, President Trump sends his spokesman out before the gathered press for the first time to claim that the crowd gathered was the largest crowd ever assembled for the swearing in of a president.  You can doubt one photo, but there were hundreds of photos along the parade route where people could have entered the federal witness protection program because there were so few people to see them. I am pretty sure Mike Pence almost got hit by a tumbleweed blowing across the street. Who are you going to believe, Trump or your lying eyes?   Later in the week, Donald Trump claimed that he had won the popular vote if it was not for massive voter fraud. The dead, illegal immigrants, and people registered to vote in two states conspired to rig the election against him.  Take a second to think about the manpower involved in such an operation, the number of individuals involved in such a conspiracy, and none of them talked? Americans are Chatty Cathy dolls. It has been less than a week and Trump staff members in the White House are already talking to the press about some of their negative impressions of the boss. Oh, I am sure there is a case or two of voter fraud, but I kind of doubt a parade permit would be needed for everyone involved to walk down the street together. Who are you going to believe, Trump or your lying eyes?   A certain degree of lying is a part of politics. It is a part of almost every profession, if we are honest about it. But here is the thing about Trump’s lies, they are like a six- year-old’s lies, totally pointless. If you have been around a six-year-old you know what I am talking about. They sometimes lie just to hear themselves lie.   Who cares if Donald Trump had the largest inauguration crowd ever? He is still president, even if only ten people showed up because they were promised coupons to Red Lobster afterwards. Why is it so important to him to have won the popular vote? That is not how we elect presidents. We are a republic, not a democracy, and the Electoral College is how we do things. Al Gore won the popular vote and last I checked swimming polar bears looking for a nice piece of ice are still trying to figure out how to give passing ships the middle claw.     I have been accused of being a hater. When George W. Bush was president, I actually defended him a time or two. I debated voting for John McCain until I realized that Sarah Palin would be one cancerous heartbeat away from the highest office in the land. While I disagreed with some of his policies, Mitt Romney was a very decent human being and I believe would have worked hard to do the right thing. I honestly believe Donald Trump is a narcissist pre-adolescent child. I don’t hate pre-adolescent children. They are what they are.   Adolescent boys talk about women as if they are objects. He called the fatties, pigs, flat chested, bimbos, and look at that face. His friends from the elite military academy he attended as a child have openly said his rhetoric regarding women is still the same as when they knew him. It is clear from statements by his first two wives and his third marriage that he struggles with relationships with adult women. They have to be subservient to him. That is a child. He even sexualized his own daughter on more than one occasion. Grabbing them by mommy parts and walking in on them changing clothes, those are little boy notions of manhood.   Adolescent boys get worked up when someone makes fun of their hands. It was a joke made by a writer over three decades ago and The Donald could not let it drop. One of the Republican debates turned into a second grade free-for-all because Trump had to let the American people know, “And he referred to my hands, if they are small, something else must be small. I guarantee you there is no problem. I guarantee.”   Pre-adolescent boys use profanity on stages, adults don’t.   Pre-adolescent boys threaten violence, especially when they know security is on hand to protect them if any actual violence breaks out. Little boys think violence is the answer.   Pre-adolescent boys bully women, the handicapped, parents that have lost a child, the weak, the outcast, and those that are smaller than themselves on Twitter. You don’t punch down at beauty queens, actors, dancers, and war heroes. If an Academy Award-winning actress can make him flip his lid, what is a tinhorn dictator or a terrorist group leader going to do?   A child can tell you everything that is wrong. They are wonderful at noticing the flaws and problems around them. Cynicism comes with pimples and greasy hair.  Adults know that things are more nuanced than that. Everything is not garbage because it is not perfect.   Little boys believe they can push smaller children (and countries) around. They love to play war and admire army men with all their stars and ribbons on their chests. Adults like Harry Truman and John Kennedy understood better.   Boys believe that “he started it” always justifies their response. They believe torture works. They see those not in their camp as enemies and not potential friends and allies. They see the world in black-and-white instead of the shades of gray it often is.   Does an adult need his cell phone taken away from him by other adults the last few weeks of the election so he does not tweet out something stupid. That really bothered me. Just as it bothers me that Trump staffers feel the need to try to keep him away from television sets, especially when they know something negative is being said about him, because they know that he will get bent out of shape. Many feel they have to correct him privately because they believe he sees any disagreement on facts or strategies as a challenge to his authority.  They talk about him as if they are talking about a child.   The problem is this narcissistic child is like the Billy Mumy character in the great Twilight Zone episode “It’s a Great Life.” Billy Mumy plays a cute six-year-old little boy named Anthony Freemont in a place called Peaksville, Ohio, an all-American town. The problem is little Anthony can read minds. The adults have realized that they had better agree with Anthony and think happy thoughts or he is going to banish them to the cornfield or transform them into a jack-in-the-box.   Donald Trump is a 70-year-old child. You don’t hate a child. You just don’t give them power. Well, this child has power. It is why the Chicago-based Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists has moved the hands of the Doomsday Clock the closest to midnight, the end of the world, that it has been in sixty-four years. The hands were moved from three minutes until midnight to two minutes and 30 seconds. The main reason? A child named Donald Trump now runs the United States.      All is not doom and gloom. I believe most Americans are, in the end, adults. Peacefully and non-violently, people from both parties will do what is right. St. Paul was right. “When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.” It is time to put the ways of childhood behind us.    
Am I A Trump Hater?   When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. – 1 Corinthians 13:11   Parson Weems had the Father of Our Country, George Washington, say, “I cannot tell a lie.” In the era of the Donald Trump, he would be saying, “I cannot tell an alternative fact.” The George W. Bush administration gave us “the reality based community.” With their moving boxes not even unpacked, the Trump administration has given the American people “alternative facts.”   Poor ol’ Donald Trump has become like that brilliant Richard Pryor routine where he talks about being caught in bed with another woman by his wife. Claiming she did not see what she just saw, he asks his wife one simple question, “Who you going to believe? Me? Or your lying eyes?” It is 1984 and too many Americans are starting to doubt their eyes.    Trump claimed it stopped raining and the sun came out, like God was smiling down on him, during his inaugural address. Never mind that the minister who delivered the benediction afterwards, trying to make the best of the situation, commented at the time that rain in the Bible was a blessing from God. Who you going to believe, Trump or your lying eyes?   Incensed by media coverage of the crowd size at his inauguration, President Trump sends his spokesman out before the gathered press for the first time to claim that the crowd gathered was the largest crowd ever assembled for the swearing in of a president.  You can doubt one photo, but there were hundreds of photos along the parade route where people could have entered the federal witness protection program because there were so few people to see them. I am pretty sure Mike Pence almost got hit by a tumbleweed blowing across the street. Who are you going to believe, Trump or your lying eyes?   Later in the week, Donald Trump claimed that he had won the popular vote if it was not for massive voter fraud. The dead, illegal immigrants, and people registered to vote in two states conspired to rig the election against him.  Take a second to think about the manpower involved in such an operation, the number of individuals involved in such a conspiracy, and none of them talked? Americans are Chatty Cathy dolls. It has been less than a week and Trump staff members in the White House are already talking to the press about some of their negative impressions of the boss. Oh, I am sure there is a case or two of voter fraud, but I kind of doubt a parade permit would be needed for everyone involved to walk down the street together. Who are you going to believe, Trump or your lying eyes?   A certain degree of lying is a part of politics. It is a part of almost every profession, if we are honest about it. But here is the thing about Trump’s lies, they are like a six-year-old’s lies, totally pointless. If you have been around a six-year-old you know what I am talking about. They sometimes lie just to hear themselves lie.   Who cares if Donald Trump had the largest inauguration crowd ever? He is still president, even if only ten people showed up because they were promised coupons to Red Lobster afterwards. Why is it so important to him to have won the popular vote? That is not how we elect presidents. We are a republic, not a democracy, and the Electoral College is how we do things. Al Gore won the popular vote and last I checked swimming polar bears looking for a nice piece of ice are still trying to figure out how to give passing ships the middle claw.     I have been accused of being a hater. When George W. Bush was president, I actually defended him a time or two. I debated voting for John McCain until I realized that Sarah Palin would be one cancerous heartbeat away from the highest office in the land. While I disagreed with some of his policies, Mitt Romney was a very decent human being and I believe would have worked hard to do the right thing. I honestly believe Donald Trump is a narcissist pre-adolescent child. I don’t hate pre-adolescent children. They are what they are.   Adolescent boys talk about women as if they are objects. He called the fatties, pigs, flat chested, bimbos, and look at that face. His friends from the elite military academy he attended as a child have openly said his rhetoric regarding women is still the same as when they knew him. It is clear from statements by his first two wives and his third marriage that he struggles with relationships with adult women. They have to be subservient to him. That is a child. He even sexualized his own daughter on more than one occasion. Grabbing them by mommy parts and walking in on them changing clothes, those are little boy notions of manhood.   Adolescent boys get worked up when someone makes fun of their hands. It was a joke made by a writer over three decades ago and The Donald could not let it drop. One of the Republican debates turned into a second grade free-for-all because Trump had to let the American people know, “And he referred to my hands, if they are small, something else must be small. I guarantee you there is no problem. I guarantee.”   Pre-adolescent boys use profanity on stages, adults don’t.   Pre-adolescent boys threaten violence, especially when they know security is on hand to protect them if any actual violence breaks out. Little boys think violence is the answer.   Pre-adolescent boys bully women, the handicapped, parents that have lost a child, the weak, the outcast, and those that are smaller than themselves on Twitter. You don’t punch down at beauty queens, actors, dancers, and war heroes. If an Academy Award- winning actress can make him flip his lid, what is a tinhorn dictator or a terrorist group leader going to do?   A child can tell you everything that is wrong. They are wonderful at noticing the flaws and problems around them. Cynicism comes with pimples and greasy hair.  Adults know that things are more nuanced than that. Everything is not garbage because it is not perfect.   Little boys believe they can push smaller children (and countries) around. They love to play war and admire army men with all their stars and ribbons on their chests. Adults like Harry Truman and John Kennedy understood better.   Boys believe that “he started it” always justifies their response. They believe torture works. They see those not in their camp as enemies and not potential friends and allies. They see the world in black-and-white instead of the shades of gray it often is.   Does an adult need his cell phone taken away from him by other adults the last few weeks of the election so he does not tweet out something stupid. That really bothered me. Just as it bothers me that Trump staffers feel the need to try to keep him away from television sets, especially when they know something negative is being said about him, because they know that he will get bent out of shape. Many feel they have to correct him privately because they believe he sees any disagreement on facts or strategies as a challenge to his authority.  They talk about him as if they are talking about a child.   The problem is this narcissistic child is like the Billy Mumy character in the great Twilight Zone episode “It’s a Great Life.” Billy Mumy plays a cute six-year-old little boy named Anthony Freemont in a place called Peaksville, Ohio, an all-American town. The problem is little Anthony can read minds. The adults have realized that they had better agree with Anthony and think happy thoughts or he is going to banish them to the cornfield or transform them into a jack-in-the-box.   Donald Trump is a 70-year-old child. You don’t hate a child. You just don’t give them power. Well, this child has power. It is why the Chicago-based Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists  has moved the hands of the Doomsday Clock the closest to midnight, the end of the world, that it has been in sixty-four years. The hands were moved from three minutes until midnight to two minutes and 30 seconds. The main reason? A child named Donald Trump now runs the United States.      All is not doom and gloom. I believe most Americans are, in the end, adults. Peacefully and non-violently, people from both parties will do what is right. St. Paul was right. “When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.” It is time to put the ways of childhood behind us.