No Greater Vanity
Vanity of vanities, all under the sun
is vanity, sayeth the Preacher; but there
can be no greater vanity than the self-conceit
that some people have shown for Donald
J. Trump, the 45th and 47th
President of the
United States, whose only conceit was to
believe in himself and the American Dream,
working his way through New York’s treacherous
real estate business and out of the
invidious
snake pit of the radical left’s persecuting
lawfare
that would have, as sure as God made little
green apples, destroyed a lesser person; but
why do they despise him so? Can’t they see
the obvious mote in their eye? Is that what’s
blinding these Trump deniers to the salubrious
effect his restorative executive orders are
having
on the American people? Or are they just
too self-deluded to see straight?
New
post-election Trumpian poem
Composed
in Tiny Beaches,
Georgian
Bay, Southcentral, Ontario
Sunday,
February 9, 2025
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