Today, I am particularly nostalgic for the Obama’s grace and class. Barack and Michelle always treated each other with respect and love. In contrast, The D rarely misses an opportunity to display his boorishness and lack of common decency.
The D consistently ignores Melania and leaves her to her own devices when going from Point A to Point B, as recently depicted in their exit from AirForce One, which is in sharp contrast to the more congenial descents of other first couples.
Monday, the D flung some poor kid’s hat into the crowd after signing it at the hastily organized White House Easter egg roll–He essentially stole some kids hat to fling into the crowd. He also failed to put his hand over his heart during the National Anthem, until Melanie gave him a poke.
The D recently took to Twitter to defend former Fox-News pundit, Bill O’Reilly –days before O’Reilly was fired due to a egregious pattern of sexual harassment towards female colleagues. O’Reilly and The D personify the despicable old-boy mindset that any women is fair game to be ogled and groped; or insulted if they are deemed too unattractive to ‘deserve’ their revolting advances.
To me, his outright refusal to shake hands with Angela Merkel remains as a low point in a very deep well of boorish behavior. Although–perhaps being ignored when offering a handshake is preferred over enduring the bizarre hurky-jerky, wood -sawing motion of the D’s handshake.
In addition to his astonishing misogeny, the list of character flaws is long. The D is absurdly vain and self-centered; frequently going off-script to congratulate himself and/or nonsensically describe how awesome he is; with forehead-smacking results.
During an appearance with the Italian prime Minister, the D referred to the great opera tenor, Pavarotti, as his great friend: despite the fact that Pavarotti has been dead for 10 years: Perhaps they used to party with Fredrick Douglass, another great (and deceased) friend of The D’s.
The D is too thin-skinned to attend the up-coming White House Correspondence Dinner. (On a side note: Women were not allowed to attend the dinner until 1962, when a persistent (and probably nasty) woman by the name of Helen Thomas raised a ruckus about it.)
Individually, some of these events are merely fodder for a national eye-roll. As a whole, a picture emerges of a leader who lacks basic emotional intelligence and is unable to feel empathy or respect for others.
I have a personal litmus test I use when gauging how responsible or trustworthy someone is. My conclusion for The D is: No, I would not trust him to feed my cat.