The longer we know President Trump, the more we love and respect him. At the age of seventy-five, he's America's first President-in-Exile and increasingly opening up to us, daring to be a trifle vulnerable about the emotional toll Saving America has taken on him.
What was your grandfather doing at seventy-five years of age? Mine was ensconced in his La-Z-Boy, working the crossword while the television warbled gently in the background. On Thursdays he went garage saling and enjoyed lunch at Old Country Buffet. Once a week, he massaged, I mean, mowed the lawn into verdant perfection. Such was the gentle round of his simple life and he liked it, dang it! He was seventy-five years old! Hadn't he earned some peace?
You really can't blame 75-year-old President Trump for being sick of this shit. The man has been campaigning for six years for three terms as President. He's won (and will win again) every time too. He's also been hit with endless roadblocks, backstabs, lies, allegations, subpoenas, investigations, two failed impeachments and one bizarre coup. Under circumstances that would try the patience of a saint, we've never seen him lose his temper nor take a dime in salary.
It's a sign of our growing trust and intimacy that President Trump feels safe in revealing to us how sick-and-tired he is of it all. For the first time in six years, he's opening up about how difficult this journey has been for him as a man. This new vulnerability makes him all the more endearing, all the more charming.
But the Mainstream Media won't tell you any of that.
FAMILY REUNION: There's no other term to describe today's SAVE AMERICA rally in Des Moines, IA. It wasn't a political rally. It wasn't even what we Minnesotans call "a get-together." It was a joyful family reunion of the Great American Family of Patriots with President Trump, our beloved patriarch, as the great, big, warm patriotic heart at the center of our big happy patriotic family.
He looked good too, didn't he, Patriots? As strong and vibrant as ever. For a blessed few hours, it was just like the good ol' days. Trump whistlestopping by private jet. Vast MAGA crowds dancing, cheering, pledging, praying, singing and watching football together for hours as they waited to see him: our Re-Founding Father.
There's a term for the feeling at a Trump Rally: Camelot. Every time he holds a SAVE AMERICA rally, we taste Camelot again. Every time he leaves is more heart-breaking and intolerable than the last time.
Today in Des Moines, IA was no exception. Cheers rang. Patriotism swelled. And the love! The love was palpable.
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