I remember the first and last time my mom stuffed a bar of soap in my mouth — it wasn’t a pleasant experience. As I recall it was early in my academic career, like second or third grade, and for some reason I was cursing a very loud blue streak at my next door neighbor. About midway through my hissy fit my mom sneaked up on me and stuffed a whole bar of Ivory soap into my mouth and instructed me to bite down.
For those of you who haven’t had this experience, I suggest you just take my word that the taste of soap is not only nasty but very difficult to remove from your teeth. The most difficult part involves not swallowing while vigorously trying to remove the soap wax from your teeth and tongue. It was here that I discovered that soap is also a great laxative. Anyway, I had to go through this process only once because whenever Mom went for the soap I’d either stop what I was doing or get out of her way.
So the first time I heard President Donald Trump denigrate someone with his words I wanted to stuff a bar of soap in his mouth. Instead I wrote about his crassness. As you may recall, during his campaign he ridiculed a disabled reporter; I was so disgusted that I had to say something about how words matter and it looks I’m going to say that again.
Back then I tried to convince both my readers that “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” isn’t necessarily so. I noted that our country seemed to have abandoned civil discourse and warned that we cannot survive the mean-spirited milieu we were witnessing … and here we are today.
Could the 14 bombs sent out by a right-wing kook last week be an affirmation of my thinking? How about the slaughter of Jews in Pittsburgh? Although I don’t care much for Mitch McConnell or Sara Sanders I also don’t agree with the restaurants that wouldn’t serve them or the folks who rudely interrupted their meal. Yes, we are not a happy country, we are deeply divided, and things will only get worse if we don’t settle down, and our president seems to only make it worse.
First off it’s his lies (over 5,000 proven so far), secondly it all seems to be more about him than us (Remember the fellow who fell in love with his reflection and couldn’t stop looking at himself? Look up Narcissus, it’s a person who needs excessive admiration.), third it’s his art of the deal (the word chutzpa, meaning one who kills his brother then begs for mercy of the court) and his politics remind me of the blind javelin thrower who couldn’t throw very well but he really kept the crowd’s attention.
So now you know how I feel about the current administration, and as always, I also offer a solution. Mr. President, the news is not fake; rather you’re not enjoying what you see in the mirror so maybe you need to understand that what you say and how you say it does matter. Although I’m not one of them, you do have many loyal followers who listen to your every word and action. Please tell them to calm down, too, and I’ll do my best to do the same from my side. You said you wanted to create unity and doing so doesn’t mean that we have to unite behind just you, rather we all need to come to the conclusion that our way is not the only way and that’s the only way we’ll find a better way. Hopefully this advice will help in your effort. Stop poking yourself with your lance while adjusting your halo.