The Trump in the High Castle
I’m back….again….it’s been a while since my last column. I’ve been off on several flights of fancy since my last literary gift to the universe, and to be fair it’s been not the best couple of months. I lost my job, split up with my girlfriend all in the space of ten weeks. But hey ho, I guess onwards and upwards eh?
Speaking of onwards & upwards Liverpool Football Club are out here tearing it up in the Premiership. Unfortunately Liverpool for the past twenty odd years have been like that person in a relationship who was really good to you in the past then suddenly they stop trying but you stick with them because you know they can do good. You know? You hope it’s just a phase, every now and then they spring up with the promise of things improving but it soon falls away. Well, that’s Liverpool FC. I think it might be my fault to be honest. Because the last time we won the league was in 1990, so we haven’t won it since I’ve been alive. I was born in 1991 and not a single league title since, coincidence? Hopefully so…
On the subject of hopeful thinking, it seems Simon Cowell is really trying to make Honey G into the new Jedward. Now I like to rap even though I haven’t done it for a while. The only good bars I’ve cared about lately are of the Twix, Mars and Milky Way varieties in all honesty. But people are REALLY pissed at this woman and that’s why she’s still there, every Saturday night the inevitable Facebook rants come in droves. “It’s a fix!!!” or “can’t believe she didn’t get voted out, I’m never watching again!” is all I see on my timeline. Can you blame them though? Simon knows people may hate her but thanks to her X Factor is among the top trending topics on Twitter if not the number one. I haven’t seen her “rap” but from the pictures I see on social media I don’t need to. I can think of more interesting things to do with my time. Like head butting a brick wall, or maybe jumping in the bath with some sort of electrical product.
And of course this brings me on to Donald Trump…now before I go any further I’m open minded when it comes to politics. I’m not left wing or right wing and although I detest Trump and everything he stands for, (his attitude towards women alone is enough to put me off him,) I’m not surprised he got elected. Think about it, we’ve all known someone in places we’ve worked who got promoted despite there being other people who were more qualified and had more experience. Most of the time that doesn’t matter because whether most bosses want to admit it or not they often don’t promote the best person for the job, they promote whoever they like the most. With that in mind the simple fact is Hilary Clinton is just not likeable. Hilary’s a gangster man; she makes Scarface look like Bambi. She’s a woman who thinks it’s perfectly acceptable to waltz into other people’s countries, take things that do not belong to her (oil, natural resources etc.) and so what if countries are ruined, economies are crushed and millions of innocent men, women and children die in the process? She doesn’t care what happens or whomever it happens to as long as she gets what she wants. But I truly believe none of this would’ve mattered if she was likeable, so I guess what I’m trying to say is Donald Trump is America’s Honey G in that they’re both widely hated but they still get votes.
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