Posted on 07/16/2018 9:44:35 AM PDT by Cubs Fan
It was November 2016 and the only person I knew who believed Trump would win the US election was the owner of my gym...
But the gym owner, clearly not wanting to do his dough, pointed at this horrible thing in the corner with the name “sled” and said: “If Trump wins you have to pull 70kg on it.”
I pulled the sled like a human oxen while being filmed and the gym staff cheered. I did it. But the Trump victory soured my successful show of strength.
Yeah, I could pull a pretend sled. But how was that going to help me when the world had been destroyed by nuclear weapons or climate change?
Hungry and sore, I repaired to a restaurant – seemed like the perfect place to welcome the end of the global liberal order.
What new political order had been born tonight?
I didn’t return to the gym. I associated it now with Donald Trump, the bad meal and pulling the sled.
I walked. I this. I that. Months passed. Then a year. Trump was going to be in power for another 1,000 years. Or at least that’s what it felt like. Could I really avoid the gym for the entirety of his presidency?
I missed being strong enough to open jars and carry groceries. So, last week, I returned to the gym, slinking back in as if no time had passed...
I returned again this week – to the boredom and pain of the gym – trying to build up back to the strength I had before Trump became president.
The struggle is Sisyphean.
(Excerpt) Read more at theguardian.com ...
That’s an old picture of the author too. If you see a current picture it’s obvious she hasn’t been to a gym in at least 20 years.
What does it say about the mental health of an individual whose happiness is determined by unrelated events 10,000 miles away?
You know, back in my Grandpa’s day this person would get a visit by a few good chaps in white-coats.
She has no trouble opening ice cream cartons or cake tins.
“Hungry and sore, I repaired to a restaurant – seemed like the perfect place to welcome the end of the global liberal order.”
Dumb liberal...goes to eat her way out of depression whereas a normal person would head to a bar,
Stupidest thing I’ve read all day:-)
Ft. Polk?
Fake news from a fake country!
Only one unkind word in boot camp?
Thanks, I just had a late lunch......
She can’t open jars OR fit into her fat jeans. Shame on Trump! (Lol!)
article is complete bulshite: the woman couldn’t open jars BEFORE Trump was elected ... after all, she’s a female ... and I have it on good authority that the main reason females seek marriage is so they’ll have someone who can open jars for them ...
ROFL!
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