I, for one, didn’t like how the establishment dragged Trump from one courtroom to another, practically trying to destroy him—mentally, reputationally, and otherwise. That’s no way to treat a former President. And, as I’ve said before, Biden’s leadership has been nothing short of a disaster when it comes to peace and stability.
What really makes me weary, though, are the characters around Trump—one minute, they’re insulting the man, and the next, they’re groveling, just to get their pound of flesh. It’s disgusting and un-American to act so two-faced, grabbing at political power from someone they don’t even respect but can’t survive without. I don’t see Trump’s alliance with those types, especially those South Africa–centric partners, lasting very long. And I’m sure Trump is more focused on his golf game now, glad to have saved himself from jail, rather than office hours.
One thing’s certain, though: Trump is one tough, resilient son of a gun. What would have defeated ten men, he’s faced head-on, determined to make his point. Love him or hate him, he’s someone I’d like to sit down and have a drink with—unlike the word-salad-spouting Kamala Harris, who’s got to be one of the weakest Democratic candidates I’ve seen since my days in New Rochelle, watching JFK’s assassination on a black-and-white TV.
I share the same education as Trump, having graduated from the University of Pennsylvania, like Elon Musk, and Penn teaches you to stand on your own two feet, to care more about what you think of yourself than what others think of you. That self-belief is key to building a successful persona, and treating people right is what makes for a high life journey. Popularity comes and goes, but speaking the truth is the real mark of someone who’s doing right by everyone.
Even though I’ve written some harsh words about Trump, I still wish him well as he takes this last swing at life. After all, it’s good to be King.