I know when I speak from the bully pulpit I need to be especially circumspect before attacking somebody’s character, but that presupposes the somebody isn’t a bully himself and has character to begin with.
A few weeks ago I was surfing the web, which is about as close to the Malibu kind of surfing as I will ever come when a tidbit grabbed my attention, “How Does Donald Trump Feel About RPatz and KStew’s Reunion?” This struck me because I had never heard of RPatz or KStew before, and since they were apparently so famous their first names weren’t even needed, and I was now living amongst the stars, I had better get with the program and find out who’s who and what’s what.
As best as I could tell, RPatz and KStew had just had a reconciliation. I, of course, never knew they had split in the first place, but being a kind hearted soul, I was nevertheless thrilled they were back together again, if that is what they wanted. Not so for the Donald. Apparently Mr. Trump does not share my good wishes.
“She cheated on him like a dog & will do it again—just watch,” Trump judged like he always does.
“He (I assume referring to RPatz) can do much better!” Trump concluded. What qualifies this guy to give advice on any and every subject is beyond my comprehension. His advice is invariably unsolicited, because nobody in his right mind would ask him for any.
His only claim to fame is he made money, lost money, and then made money. Bill Gates gives more to charity in a couple of years than Trump has made in his life, but you don’t hear him going around arrogantly bestowing wisdom to the masses.
What Trump forgets to tell people is he was born with a platinum spoon in his mouth. His father was an immensely successful real estate owner in New York City long before his braggart son came on the scene. Trump was born on third base and thinks he hit a home run.
Every four years he threatens to run for president as if to remind people he is still relevant, and I only wish that just one time he would carry out on his threat so he could see what people really think of him.
If he had any decency, he would stay out of the private lives of famous people. Hundreds of celebrities select Malibu as their home because it is a refuge from those parasites who feel they have the right to invade people’s private domain in the name of the first amendment.
You would think Trump, famous himself, would respect peoples’ privacy, but his insatiable need to wallow in the spotlight apparently supersedes all else. Trump’s giving advice on marriage makes about as much sense as the captain of the Titanic giving advice on navigation.