Do not be blinded by the Don’s shiny shovel. What has been thrown at you is not gold dust.
And don’t drink his Dom Perignon, as the champagne has already been emptied and refilled with sticky sweet Kool-aid to give you that nostalgic high, and it’s laced with an avalanche of verbiage containing promises like “I’m going to make America great again.”
Again, like what, the 50s? When men were men and women were . . .?
And will it be torn apart by hatred, poverty and having to send the kids out of the room because the president is going to speak and the kiddies need to be protected from obscenities?
Beware of those jobs he promises to create, as you might be hired to work in his fancy, minimum-wage factory, sewing appliques of yellow pinatas, white steeples, and capital letter “Ls” for the purpose of identification of your ethnicity, religious affiliation or political loyalty/or loser.
Remember it’s not gold dust, and the drink is a delusion-inducing liquid. Eventually the Don will slither up his tower, dragging his attention span along with him like a long dark cloak, and where will you go?
Beatrice Valenzuela, Fresno