ON A SPRING MORNING, SOAKING UP THE SUN, HEARING A PRESIDENT’S UGLY TWEETS
SOME DAYS days are just too delicious, especially if you’re a lucky dog.
I spent this morning on Our Humans’ back deck here in Newport, R.I., lying in the sun, just taking in the warmth and freshness of late spring.
The Nice One has done a great job, as usual, setting out flowers and plants around the deck, some of them hanging from brackets attached to the house, others on little stands. Please don’t ask me what kinds of flowers, but rest assure the lady don’t traffic in no ugly weeds.
There’s a big myth that dogs see only in black and white. Not true. Today’s flowers are purples and pinks, and the leaves are green.
I think most people would give a lot to trade places with a dog like me, and not just for my Long Eyelashes. Maybe in the great universities, they are debating whether it’s ethical and fair that a dog gets to spend Sunday mornings lolling in the sun, when so many Humans, even right here in the good old USA, are living on the streets, not getting enough to eat and rarely. maybe never, seeing the vet. It’s worse, much, much worse,of course, throughout the world, in refugee camps, prisons and in China’s smoggy cities.
I’ve got no answers to a question that profound, except to say that at least I’m taking advantage of my good fortune by getting outdoors, as opposed to Cat, who apparently can’t appreciate the difference between a nice day and a cloudy one, since he’s sacked out, as usual, on the second floor guest bed.
It was a really terrible time before the police shot the attackers. But people tried to stop them, including a cop armed with just a baton, and patrons of nightclubs. who threw tables, chairs and bottles at them. As I’m writing this, 10 people were dead, including the terrorists, and nearly 50 were in hospitals.
Right here, by the way, I’d like to give a shout out to the Brothers and Sisters, the dogs who were on the job with the police, as you can see from this photo copied without permission from the New York Times’ Website, searching for bombs and suspects.
Oh, except for one.
Trump spent the morning, not on the back deck of the White House, but back on his disinformation “device,” stirring up another Tweet Storm, crazy, ugly stuff.
This is the point in the essay where members of the National Cult of Trump say that the left wing cry-puppies aren’t giving you the complete story by not including all of the president’s Tweets.
London’s mayor, Sadiq Khan, told city residents that there would be lots of cops around London in the aftermath, but that residents could help by remaining “calm and vigilant” and shouldn’t be afraid, nor should they let the terrorists scare their city. Trump’s version:
But that’s okay, because Mayor Khan is what? Born in London, BUT, he’s the son of Pakistani immigrants, and a Muslim.
(Memo to General Kelly: add the name of Sadiq “The Muslim” Khan to the no-fly list.)
Trump was also atwitter with this one, making fun of people who want to regulate guns, saying that following the London incident, he wasn’t hearing anything about gun control, since the London attackers used knives.
You can turn over on your side.
You can lie on your stomach; roll over and warm your tummy.
You can saunter down the stairs onto the lawn to cool off in the shade next to a flowering bush.
You can admire the potted plants.
You can take in the deep green of the early spring grass.
But you can’t get this out of your head, that:
Donald J. Trump is the president of the United States.
And he Tweets for America.