Pouring My Art Out

Of all the pathetic, moronic or downright evil moments of the tRump presidency, I have, after more than a year of thought, come to the conclusion that there was only one defining moment that sums up the surreal years of the tRump administration.

That is when he stood before cameras, being broadcast to the entire world, and tried to convince us that there was ‘nothing wrong’ down there. This was in response to being accused of having an oddly-shaped penis… by a porn star… whom he had an affair with… right after his wife gave birth to his son. He was upset, not just for being called unusual in the junk department, but because, according to his lawyers, she shouldn’t have been able to slander his privates after being paid money to keep quiet.

If I was ever forced to defend myself from such an accusation, I doubt I would include a worldwide audience. But I am fairly sure that a porn star would have seen enough such appendages to make a comparison. If there was ever a time to take the high road and just ignore a comment, that would have been it. But no. There as no high road to take, was there?