Not even bothering to accord me the respect of referring to me by my official title. By declaring that President Donald Trump is a mad president, for instance.
Because, in their eyes, according to their reasoning, to say President Trump is a mad president, would be to impugn the solemn and almost sacred office of the President of the United States of America.
Something they consider to be anathema.
But I will not allow such piddling considerations, slight, to deflect me from this great mission which God has entrusted into my capable hands.
From this challenge of 'making America great again.' Of making 'America First.'
I mean, do I, Donald John Trump look like a mad man, or President to you? Is there anything about my exemplary and unorthodox, but prudent conduct, and my impeccable presentation.
Which would, or could give the slightest inclination that I live more amongst the insane, than the sane people, leaders of this world?
I think not. Even thought I am only too aware that many people believe that I do not think enough, or that I think too much.
And that much of my thinking falls within the realm of delusional thoughts. Something they might have assuaged from my strong religious and pro-Israel moral compass.
And yet, there are times when I am only too aware of the fact that I am only human. When I find myself unable to share my innermost thoughts with anyone other than the half a dozen or so closest people around me.
The people who I can count on to lie to me and reassure me that I am really as great as I think I am. As I yearn to be.
Times when I am not able to sleep or relax, causing my face to become more fixated as if it were no more than a mask of someone with a perpetual frown and look of guardedness.
How can I be any different, I ask myself, when I fear that I will end up being the most, indeed, the 'greatest unloved POTUS, ever'? The most hated President of the United States of America?
To be continued!
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