We cringe because we're just not used to many things anymore. Trump vocalizes whereas we keep our mouths shut and wish we could say something. We keep things in while Trump lets it out and releases whatever would oppress him. Being PC is a fad that must be stopped. Being PC is a polite way of saying white lies.
I love Trump because of his many accomplishments and because he is real, transparent.
isn't that a WONDERFUL problem?
You nailed it. Trump has humor we haven’t seen in years. I have been a Trump fan for several months and wondered why he really took my heart. I finally figured out that he is much like my late father. My father was always called on to do the speeches for retirement parties. He nicknamed many of the people he knew. Not bad names just visual names that really went with their personalities. He also had his favorite poem he had to read at every party. It was the main reason he was so popular. I want to share the poem with you, this has just kicked in a few days ago that Trump also reads a poem about “The Snake”.
Petey was a snake, only so big. Petey lived in a pit with his mother. One day Petey was hissing in the pit when his mother said, “Petey, don’t hiss in the pit, go outside to hiss.”
So Petey went outside of the pit to hiss. Petey was hissing all around when he finally leaned over and hissed in the pit.
Petey’s mother heard Petey hissing in the pit and said, “Petey, if you must hiss in a pit, go over to Mrs. Pott’s pit and hiss in her pit.”
Petey went over to Mrs. Pott’s pit to hiss in her pit, but Mrs. Pott’s was not home so he hissed in her pit anyway. While Petey was hissing in Mrs. Pott’s pit, Mrs. Pott came home and found Petey hissing in her pit.
She said, “Petey, if you must hiss in a pit, don’t hiss in my pit: go to your own pit and hiss.”
This made Petey very sad, and he cried all the way home. When Petry got home, his mother saw him crying and said, “Petey, what’s the matter?”
Petey said, “I went over to Mrs. Pott’s to hiss in her pit but Mrs. Pott’s was not home, so I hissed in her pit anyway. Mrs. Pott’s came home and found me hissing in her pit and said, “Petey, if you must hiss in a pit go to your own pit and hiss, don’t hiss in my pit.”
This made Petey’s mother very angry and she said, “Why that mean old Lady! I knew Mrs. Pott’s when she didn’t have a pit to hiss in!”