I was thinking about writing a political post today about how Donald Trump is turning tomorrow’s 4th of July celebration in the District of Columbia (Washington, DC), which for many decades has been a celebration of democracy and a family-friendly event that transcends ideology and partisanship, into a cult-of-personality political rally in honor of Trump.
But I am not going to do that. I don’t want to think about how he’s going to make a partisan, self-serving, campaign-like speech. In fact, thinking about how Trump wants to turn a celebration of America into an abject vanity celebration about himself would just piss me off.
Yes, watching some bikini-clad young beauties bouncing around on the warm sand was definitely enough to distract me and divert my attention, even for just an afternoon, from thinking about Donald Trump.
Oh shit. I just saw this headline come across my newsfeed:I fucking hate Donald Trump, the Tweeter-in-Chief.
Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (district), The Daily Spur (speech), Your Daily Word Prompt (abject), Weekly Prompts (busy), Ragtag Daily Prompt (shoe), and Word of the Day Challenge (volley).