Seamus O’Bradaigh – Editor and Valedictorian

“I’m sending troops to the border and we’re going to stop all this nonsense, right now,” says Donald Trump.

The nonsense is a caravan of Honduran refugees and the troops he intends to deploy are American soldiers, marines, air force and navy personnel. Either that or various National Guard units.

The president of the USA is actually unaware if he can order American troops to police the border, but none of that constitutional detritus and minutiae have any effect on what the president of the United States of America tweets.

Trump is a maverick. He wants troops on the barricades and he believes that if he tweets it, it’ll happen.

He thinks he’s Davey, Davey Crocket, King of the Wild Frontier. Trump was not born on a mountaintop in Tennessee … he was born in Brooklyn. He never killed him a bear when he was only three. His sons kill old lions on fake safaris and the fucking moron himself used to fake fire people on an anachronistic game show. His Alamo was an ongoing battle with Rosie O’Donnell, a liberal woman, who Trump called “fat and ugly.” Rosie was not Santa Anna, nor’ has she ever led a juggernaut of Mexican troops to the border. She is an actress and a mother and has none of the inner animus that possessed General Santa Anna.

Davey, Davey Crocket fought single-handed through the Injun War;Till the Creeks was whipped an’ peace was in store; An’ while he was handlin’ this risky chore; made hisself a legend for evermore.

Donald Trump never went to war. He had bone spurs. He does however battle daily with a wee, white ball on a verdant panoply of green, green grass. He does not carry a musket or a Bowie knife. He wields something called a sand wedge. His bone spurs left shortly after the Vietnam war ended and they never returned. He and Davey Crocket have in common a hatred of native North Americans. Davey’s predilection he came by honestly, because Davey was subject to the spurious norms of the times, which included a vile and viral misconception of the native agenda. To wit: Survival versus a hostile military industrial complex.

Trump’s argument with the six nations grew because they run casinos with a modicum of savvy and agile mentorship. Trump went bankrupt four times while trying to run one casino. As a malignant narcissist these failures went deep into his psyche. He does not like the Six Nations because they make him look small. Pride go’est before the par.

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