Trumpty's Political Gladitorial Sport

One man's Jerk is another Jerk's Jerk........

“Would you please pay Attention to the things going on around you ?”  The Older Gentleman hissed.

“But that Jerk called me a Loser !  A Joker !  A Con-Artist !  A danger to Society !  He made fun of my beautiful Tangerine Tan !  He told everybody I had peed on myself during the last debate !  He made fun of the way I put on mv make-up when my upper lip was sweating during one of the debate 

breaks !  I can’t let that slide !  I’ve gotta’ get my Handlers together and come up with some better Insults !  My Followers are expecting a Gladitorial Response from me !  They are expecting me to cream that Baby-faced Boy into the ground and walk all over him to prove to him who’s Boss - who the real Winner is !”  Trumpty Harumphtied.

“You have got to start explaining to folks how you intend to rule over America once you get voted in as president.”  The Older Gentleman persisted.  “You have got to start thinking about the folks you’re going to be lording it over, and a little less about just yourself, Trumpty, or you will never get elected.  The Voters will shift over to the little ‘ole Baby-faced Boy you’re so mad at right now.”

“Remember, Trumpty, ‘sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you….”

“Don’t be an Idiot !  Whoever said that was definitely an Idiot !  A Loser !  I know Marketing !  I know Smear Campaigns !  And believe me when I say, that I have ruined many a person who stood in my way or slighted me with just the wrong word said here and there at just the right time !”  Trumpty gloated.  “Maligning and ruining others has always been one of the main tools in my Arsenal of Winning !”

“But we have got some very disgruntled mothers writing and calling in saying that you are not a Good Role Model for their Precious Little Children,”  The Older Gentleman inserted.  “We have others calling the office saying that you, and the others who have joined you in Gladitorial Lambasting Huckstering for the sake of Attention-Getting and Ratings are demeaning the very presidency and America’s Voting process.”

“Aww, the world is filled with nay-sayers !  I never listen to them !  I just insult them and run over them with my Money, and the Power my Money is allowed to give me by Others for one reason or another.  Money Power that was handed down to me by my generous daddy.  A generous daddy who bailed me out in one way or another every time I bankrupted my businesses or got fined for running Losers off their land and out of their houses in order to build the bigger and greater projects that would gratify my ego and put millions of dollars into my pockets.”  Trumpty snorted in delight.

“I’m a Winner, I tell you !  A Winner !  And I wanna’ see my Handlers right now !  I want them to make me a list of some really sharp and cutting insults to barrage and kill my opponent, The Baby-faced, water-swoggling Cuban Cabana Boy with !  That’s what’s really important !  Once I get into the Office, I’ll hire good people around me to make all of the appropriate decisions that need to be made !  I don’t want to be bogged down by details and real life problems right now !  Trumpty spewed indignantly.

“But Trumpty, you didn’t even know who David Duke and the Ku Klux Klan was when you were asked whether or not you’d accept their endorsement.  They are White Supremacists.  The answer to that line of questioning should have been an easy, “No”,”  The Older Gentleman explained matter-of-factly.

“I am a Businessman who keeps all of his doors and opportunities open to whomever will help me attain what I want, when I want it, and how I want it.  That philosophy is what has gotten me where I am today, Old Man.  I am a Winner !”  Trumpty crowed loudly.

“So the rumors of your having attachments to The Mob and other unsavory characters by Ted Cruz, may be true ?”  The Older Gentleman queried.

“Who said that ?  I’ll sue the pants right off of that Hack, and hang him and his whole bunch out to dry in a hurricane !  I’ll put them in a very deep and muddy pit with a bunch of ’ole chomping, hungry Louisiana alligators !  I’ll kill their Family members !  No, no, we only do that to Terrorists don’t we.  Scratch that, I just got a little carried away there….”

“What Terrorists are you speaking of, Trumpty ?”  The Older Man sighed as he took off his glasses and laboriously cleaned them with his white, embroidered cloth handkerchief.

“You know, anyone who goes after me or anything else I own, Sport !”