Trump, Doing Something Good

DONALD TRUMP did something good today, or maybe last night. I saw it on the news in the early morning, when I had begun but hadn't finished drinking coffee. It has nothing to do with the reflecting pool, amazingly, around which a fence has gone up. Trump finally has his wall, a bit of a downgrade from what he had planned. I'm not one of the many milllions of Americans who hate Trump so passionately that no matter what he does, its bad. I'd rather give the man, or anybody, seven times seventy. The problem is my age related short term mmemory. Short term memory, the experts say, begins to diminish after the age of twenty five. My only recourse is to keep watching the news, which is aired twenty four seven,and repeats itself,like history, seemingly endlessly. Like digging through dirt and searching for diamonds at that diamond mine in Arkansas where anybody can take a shot at sudden wealth by getting their hands dirty, good behavior from Trump, benefiting anybody but himself, is, as they say, a diamond in the rough. By seeing on the news something good that Trump did, and then losing it within the folding folds of my shrinking grey matter, I feel as if I had a fourteen caot gem from the Murphreesboro, Arkansas diamond mine, then had it slip through a hole in the pocket of my blue jeans I tried googing it. Google the all wise reminded me that good presidential behavior is in the eyes of the beholder, like, duh. My frustration is copounded by knowing how terribly hard I try to find good behavior on Trump's part, and how seldom my efforts are rewarded. You hear a funny noise in your car, and it keeps getting worse, louder. You take the car to a mechanic, he takes it for a spin, and, as you might have guessed, the nosie is gone. That actually happend to me, and my mechanic said, no problem, it happens everyday. No problem? Easy for you to say. YOu can fix a car in your sleep. I have to drive mine,noise or no noise. What, then, do I do about he funny nose coming from my car which will reappears the moment I get outside radar range of the auto repair shop? You see and hear with your own faculties that Donald J. Trump, Don the Con, did something good, and just when you decide to write an essay in celebration, the ever reapeating news goes to a new news cycle, and Trump's one act of decency gets lost amid a cascade of new news. I'm beginnig to think that I will have to wait, and catch the next act of decency from the convicted criminal president. But when will tht be? When I'm dead? Hell, I'm seventy one years old. The old blind squirrel occasionally finds an acorn, but not if he starves to death first. I've been waiting for eons for Trump to do something that isn't either crass, stupid, crazy,perfidious,mean, or downright crazy. Now, the acorn may have droppedform the old oak tree, and I,poor I, ever vigilant but not vigilant enough,may have missed my one and only chance to actually witness Donald J.Trump behaving like a respectable human being. The high scool beauty queen walks down the hall, my vocal chords seize up, and there she goes, on down the hall, stopping only to have a word with the next geek, or the football stud. Sometimes, but not often, cheerleaders go out with geeks.I missed my chance. With my luck, Trump will never do anything crazy or stupid again. Life is a trade off. Even more horribly, he will never do or say anything good again. But if that eventuates,it means that Trump will never do anything again, and, well, that has to be a good thing.