SPEAK

Everybody needs to say something. 

I remember when Trump won.  I was driving for Uber.  And everybody was talking all the time.

At one point, I drove this memorable foursome, two couples, I think from Atlanta who were vacationing at the beach.

They were fun and funny and friendly.  They were also black.  And, as they told me, they had voted for Trump.

Hmmmm.  I thought, OK.  Well, I guess we will see.

And remember, Kanye infamously came out as a Trump supporter.

To me, that didn’t make any sense.  But I thought maybe they know something I don’t.

Today, I wonder what Kanye thinks.  I wonder what those couples think.

Again, everybody needs to say something.

When I wake and I somehow unfortunately see that Trump is tweeting about some fellow American, some nastiness, or some sophomoric “tweet” about eclipsing Obama, my heart breaks.  Not because I’m worried or sad for Obama.  I’m worried that there is a child with no parent running the White House and the country (or trying to).

And this sad child has a lot of support from the millions (I guess) of grown uneducated immature adult children whining around the country.

I mean that’s what a racist is.  Just a spoiled insecure child.  And that actually is an insult to children, so excuse me.