Knifing the Cement Pond

TRUMP IS NOW CLAIMING that somebody took a pocket knife, Bowie knife, dinner knife, switchblade, or some other sharp object, and vandalized the national wading pool by gashing a long gash into the concreteon bottom. We know where we got this idea, although we might prefer not to; from deep within his tortured, disabled mind. Here on this website it was suggested that he is off his medication, or that he hasn't been prescribed the proper medication, or any at all. If Prozac isn't used anymore, and i can remember when a prominant psychiatrist asserted that thi mind and behavior altering chemical should be added to community water supplies, then surely there are far more advanced medications available for criminally insane people, which, along with confinement and supervision, would help. Quietly somebody gently pointed out that the entire body of algae filled water is on security camera twenty four seven, and that surveillance "flim footage" shows no such thing. An intriguing if pointless question is whether our delusional chief executive is actually on any medication, which he most certainly is at his advanced age, and precisely what it is. Inquiring minds want to know. We the American people, arguably, have the inalienable right to know, to know the exact stte of their elected leader's health. Full disclosure before purchase, before voting. We should hav nown about Lincoln's impending death by multiple disease, we should have known that Woodrow Wilson was sick in bed for two years while his wife ran the country, and "we" should have knwon that FDR was confined to a wheelchair, but we knew none of it. My parents, both of whom hated the radical socialist Democrat, told me thay had no idea. When I was an undergrad history major, neither American nor European nor Americam,just "history" as a small college, I wrote a paper about the history of fun and games at the White House. With Trump's recent East lawn fun house carnival, a long tradition of wildness on the lawn was extended. The Kennedy's touch football games, which, considering the size of the brother's annd cousins respective families, could go eleven on eleven,with a full roster of of back up, on both sides of the ball. It now seems amazing the JFK had only two children that we know of. Surely there must be more, out there somewhere, breeding and carrying on the Kennedy legacy, only not in name. Many years ago, when I was in my early twenties, I was informed by my father, who probably thought that I was finally old enough and man enought to know, that I have a half brother by a someone other than my mother. At my "tender" age I was shocked and horrifed, but shouldn't have been, as well as I know the proclivities of my philandering father. Like many men of his World War Two generation, my dad thought of women as mere play things, to use at his disposal. He often reminded me that a married woman is legally the chattle property of the man, which indeed was true, legally, until rather recent times, say, the nineteen seventies. Now, we know full well that our president is a philandering con man and a rape "artist", but about half of us don't seem to care, or care, but are suddenly very forgiving of sin, as evangelical Christians, Trump's support base, are supposed to be but known very well to not be in the slightest, that is, unless the sinner is Trump, or some other conservative Republican, rather than, say, Bill Clinton. Everyone, and I mean everyone, lies about sex. I told my dad that I was bedding every woman in town, just to please him, when in fact I, a prude, was not. Trump lies about everything, even when he has no need to, like all habitual liars. Let's keep our eyes glued to that reflecting pool security camera. Unlike the rest of us, it never lies.