It is a beautiful Florida morning. The temperature is cool enough to sit outside, sip hot coffee, and read The Daytona Beach News Journal. The headline, “Trump’s Twitter Storm” grabs my attention. I am disenfranchised with recent political shenanigans and avoiding social media. According to The Washington post, a viral Skittles tweet is news, for me boring. As well as, the fact check article titled, “Trump’s bogus birtherism claim about Clinton” by Thomas Beaumont of The Associated Press. Trump claims Hilary Clinton started the Obama rumor. Is birtherism even a word?
However, the weather is pleasant so I read about Trump’s most recent late night tweet. Then wonder . . . really? Really! Does this man really want to be President of the United States? If he does, he is going about it in a most bizarre way.
Bizarre as in nontraditional or unconventional, which in early primary days, looked as though it might work.
Tweeting in the early morning hours about a former beauty queen and associated sex tapes is bizarre, as in absurd and ridiculous.
What is this man thinking? He shoots himself in the foot, limps along, and defends his prerogative to do so. Does he really want to be President of the United States?
Don’t get me wrong, tweeting could pass for an early morning activity when a person cannot sleep. I know many men Trump’s age who are early risers. My own Mr. Wonderful is frequently up at 4 or 5 am but reads and/or goes fishing.
He is not running for president.
. . . . Just saying