I Hate Trump Just as Much as He Hates Me

There is nothing funny about this man that is not abnormal and he is the president of our country. I can’t believe that he has followers! How can that be? This crazy person got us into a war and it is backfiring on him and his crazy administration. He is allowing ICE to kill people in our streets and he acts like an American leader while he does nothing to stop AI or close concentration camps in the United States of America. He is so crazy he has suggested that he make Canada part of the United States as well as Greenland. How in the world do we continue letting this unqualified man rule over America? This is totally crazy. We are literally saying to them to pick our pockets. Crazy! Nuts and over the top stupid. Yes, I hate him as much as he hates me because he wants to be a dictator in my land that is free and for that reason he hates everyone of us not just me. He is the master of war at home and overseas. He is an evil that wants to end the world for all humanity.

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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