ON A SPRING MORNING, SOAKING UP THE SUN, HEARING A PRESIDENT’S UGLY TWEETS
June 4, 2017
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.
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.
WHAT DOES bother me, sprawled out on the sun, is what went on in London overnight. Yes, I was listening to the reports coming in from the BBC (the Humans leave the radio on at night in their/our bedroom) about the latest terror attack, this time in England, where three guys drove a van into people on London Bridge, then got out and started slashing and stabbing people with knives and a machete.
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.
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.
And you do have to give The Humans credit in situations like this. They always rally to the cause. The cops and spooks hunt down the bad guys. Civilians try to help one another. World leaders send messages of unity and compassion.
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.
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.
One Tweet took occasion to promote his attempt to ban Muslims from the United States. (For the record, I’m betting the Supreme Court will overturn the lower courts and give Trump the big 5-to-4 OKAY to violate the Constitution’s religious protections). Can you imagine Trump would exploit another country’s terrorist attack on another country to promote his immigrant ban? Of course you can; Trump always exceeds expectations.
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.
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.
I think the worst Tweet was one in which he showed that he is, indeed, a grand master of the Tweetsdom, crowing two mean thoughts into one Tweet: 1) a Cruel Insult; and 2) a Big Lie.
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:
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:
Yes, he did: he made fun of Mayor Khan, belittling him, and misstating what he meant.
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.
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.
ON A SPRING DAY, lying here on the deck in the sun, surrounded by flowers, you have a lot of options.
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.
He Tweets.
And he Tweets for America.
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.
He Tweets.
And he Tweets for America.
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