Trump Is Not My President

Trump is seeking to destroy Iran just like he was seeking to destroy our Democracy. Who voted for war and destruction? Who supports any of this destruction and death? We must use our brains to end this war over oil and power. Human lives are at stake. We will only see pain at the pump going forward because of a man who constantly lies and is one of the most ignorant men on this earth. His Administration is no better. They have stood by this convicted rapist repeatedly. He actually sent two real estate men to negotiate with the Iranians. Nothing was going wrong until they decided it was time to start another war so that they could take control over Iranian oil. That is the way I see it. Putin has Russian oil and Trump wants control over Iran so he has more oil than Putin. Meanwhile we have to deal with paying more for everything. The whole world is paying more because of Trump’s tariffs. Social Media is killing children and Trump does nothing because he respects billionaires not young children. And what is up with the Epstein Files? Is Trump ever going to pay for his involvement with the rape of young girls? Wow, he has started a war to distract us from that mess. He is a creep. He belonged in jail long ago but no one did anything. Billionaires have so much to hide and so does Trump. They use our tax dollars to gain more money and kill innocent people. How can they call this man president? He won, he won. We lose, we lose. I don’t know about you but I want my freedom. I don’t want this kind of dictator taking away our freedom. Now you can see why voting is important to the people in America. Look what happens when you don’t vote to keep your freedom. You get a dictator who has no brain. An old man who lies, chats, and steals. Someone who became a billionaire on the tax payer’s dime. Someone who calls war an excursion. Trump is not my president.

Published by Mary K Lanza

Hello: I am a writer who directs your attention to life in the 'now'. My most recent masterpiece is Losing the Boomer Blues. This whimsical story is about 3 old friends traveling back in time to lose their boomer blues. I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area and fell in love with writing at a very early age. I have written many short stories and poems down through the years. I've won awards but more than that I have won the hearts of my readers. I became a member of the Oakland Art Association in the late '90s and devoted many years to creating collage art but never stopped writing. I decided to start writing Losing the Boomer Blues in 2016 and finished writing it in August of 2018. It was with great pride that I self-published it in October of 2018. This charming story appeals not only to my baby boomer counterparts but to those of all ages who find the Summer of Love a quest for peace, freedom, and equality. The struggle for unity will never die. We are the United States. Divided is an impossibility.

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