This is America, the Land of Opportunity. It is a country
where any boy or girl, no matter how rich or humble their origin, can become
president. We were told this in grade school. Like you and me, Trump probably
sat at a small desk practicing his cursive, while being told the same thing.
So, why not Trump?
All presidential candidates are saddled with their own
unique set of problems. Trump’s are magnified because he wants it that way.
Some people call that “crazy”, some call it “confidence”, others call it “genius.”
You get the sense with Trump that if you were to find a skeleton in his closet,
he’d simply say, “That’s where it belongs.”
Many of Trump’s detractors are plain phonies. Trump reminds
us of the America Americans like to pretend does not exist. You hear them say
of Trump’s outrageous blasts, “America is better than that.” No, it is not.
American is what it is. Trump makes it see itself in techni-colored animation.
They chide him as the antithesis of America when, in many ways, he is its
mirror image.
It’s like this, folks:
Donald Trump is a megalomaniac; America’s id – an unconscious burst of energy derived from that ethereal
substance in America’s DNA that wants it all. He is big, brash, and a bullying
bomb-thrower. He does what he wants, when he wants. Impulsive, spoiled, he is
the “Ugly American.” And his people love him because he shamelessly seeks to
satisfy their insatiable thirsts for more.
When Trump’s minions look at him, they see America in all of
its glory, and its infamy. They do not mind. They just want to win. Iowa aside,
no one wins like Trump; just ask him.
So, why not Trump? Because Rubio will beat him in the
primaries. Then, he will beat Hillary in the general election.
Rubio is bright – the Republican’s Barack Obama. Hillary is
dated, and she screeches. Besides, America loves small children in the White
House, especially girls. Witness Amy, Chelsea, the Bush twins, and Sasha and
Malia. Rubio does not have girls; he has two handsome little boys. America will
love them, too.
Hillary has Bill. Kind of creepy when you think of it: Like having the ghost of presidents past
knocking around the White House. No, thanks.
Rubio, 2016! That’s the best America can do this time
around.