…..there were a bunch of foul-mouthed, teen-aged boys running around proudly sporting red MAGA caps and I instantly thought to myself: What type of “greatness” are you referring to in all of the seventeen years or so that you have lived on the surface of this planet? Just what constitutes your extensive frame of reference for making such a grandiose claim, Pimple-faced Kids, considering that you have served less than a score of years as a member of our unique American culture and thus your benchmark for measuring greatness is punier than Bobby Sands’ frame was in his final, suffering-filled days. What makes YOU—someone who was sucking on your Mama’s titties and shitting into a diaper and being assigned timeouts for social misbehavior not so very long ago—a bona fide expert now, during these historically turbulent times, on the direction American society should be headed? All valid questions, undoubtedly, yet every one of them begs unrequited for a satisfactory answer. But before I become too angry and judgmental with those presumptuous, impudent young assholes and the brazen license they were showcasing by wearing MAGA caps that opprobrious afternoon, I must remember that they are merely the products of their upbringings. Shitty, misguided upbringings, no question, but upbringings nonetheless. My scorn should be directed at the young cretins’ parents for instilling odious values and beliefs in their progeny. One should never expect a verdant vegetable to germinate and subsequently bloom where a cocklebur seed has been planted in the soil. Nor does an apple ever fall too far away from the tree that spawned it, and one does not rightfully expect ornery hornets to produce barrels and barrels of succulent honey like their industrious, pollinating honeybee cousins are renowned for doing. So I guess I should give those obnoxious teenagers a free pass for this day at least, if for no other reason than they are nothing more than ignorant kids who were brought up in morally warped households. Additionally and as a footnote to this brief treatise, that aforementioned frame of reference I referred to does include one George W. Bush for the first eight years of this new millennium—scarcely a generation ago and therefore undeniably falling within a teenager’s memory span—and he was undisputedly an unenlightened, intelligence-challenged degenerate who easily ranked as the worst United States president of all time before one mendacious, fuckish guy by the name of Donald J. Trump came waltzing along to wrest the reprehensible title away from King Georgie Boy the Groundhog Impersonator (9-11-2001) with astonishing ease. Thus I imagine from this skewed perspective there WAS a lot of “greatness” to recover after “W” did his utmost to wreck our venerated country over the course of eight tortuous years, but I seriously doubt that was the issue those shameless boys were referring to with the ill-suited caps they were wearing. And furthermore, to expect greatness from an individual with as many glaring character defects as Donald J. Trump would be akin to begging for compassion from a deranged serial killer; such behavior simply defies every basic tenet of common sense……
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