I doubt you will read this. But if you do I hope you will understand the sentiment of the following paragraphs.
Last night I watched your Tulsa Rally. Slick & engaging. You are also a great comedian.
I think you would say ‘a showboat’. You made me laugh. You often do late at night, when the world echoes a darkness which seems endless.
In some respects my dad was like that.
And yes I agree news coverage is often manipulated. We don’t always see the whole truth. A responsible citizen takes time to review facts. Real facts from accredited sources.
Right now I listen to birds twitter through my open door.
The sun shines. There is a steady breeze. You would have appreciated that when you stood on the podium at West Point & saluted 66 times to graduates.
It’s a beautiful thing to witness virile youth reach their potential. Go on to achieve greatness.
I felt it was important to dispel the rumour that you might have Parkinson’s/Alzheimer’s.
You & I are from a generation where stained ties or other apparel do not command respect. Of course you would need to support your glass after 66 salutes.
At this point I worry a crazed conspiracy theorist will tweet 66 is the mark of the beast.
Dear Lord. Anybody who has read the bible is be able to interpret scripture from Revelations without distorting meaning.
I read somewhere DNA is made up of six smaller molecules. I forget where. I am getting old. My mind is not very sharp.
Sorry I digress. This is not meant to be a science lesson. So I will return to my original intention–to show my support.
I did watch you come down the ramp. You ran the last 10 yards. Finished with a neat Grand Plie. A Black Swan. Amazing.
My source: The Damage Report. But don’t quote me. My mind is not very sharp.
You made me laugh when you spoke about the ten year old with the sniffles. ‘Another case’ you said. For a moment I saw him standing in front of you. Hair a mess. Runny nose.
I miss my dad. He always carried a handkerchief in his pocket. He said it stopped the spread of germs. I believed him. I still do. It is why I cover my mouth & nose when I sneeze.
It is also why I spend time alone during this horrible pandemic. Killing someone’s father is a crime.
I miss my dad. An ex serviceman. He died from a respiratory infection. When I thought you might be sick. I felt sad. Very sad.
Now I’m glad. Very glad. You have shown the world how strong & brave you are.
I mean only a coward hides in a room. Or wears a mask when he goes out among his fellow country men. Right?
Sometimes I wonder if your father would be proud of all you have done for America. But right now the imagine of the ten year old with the sniffles haunts me.
Poor kid. I hope he gets the best education money buys. And Health Care. I hope he grows up a fine young man.
It’s late afternoon now, Donald. I must finish my ramblings. You don’t mind me calling you Donald do you?
Friends always call each other by first names. I think it’s a kind thing to do. Neighbourly.
Now here comes the part where I failed you. Are you ready?
I stopped watching after you spoke about the little boy with the sniffles. I’m not sure why. I guess I felt uneasy. Sad. Very sad.
This afternoon, I feel my father’s childhood. Grandma was a harsh woman. Nasty.
She told anyone who would listen her husband was high ranking officer. A Lieutenant. She sent my father to boarding school when he was ten.
If my father cried. She beat him until he stopped snivelling.
Her husband died young. He would hide in a shed & drink & smoke. He would not hit his wife. It’s what honest working class men do.
And if, I tell the truth, my dad never amounted to much.
He went bankrupt many times. Died alone one afternoon in a small room. Fell asleep. Stopped breathing.
You would say a loser. Washed up.
I miss my dad. That ten year old boy, who read books in the John, his church, until he died.
Sartical cartoons by Giles. Mostly.