When the history of this decade is written, I hope people will remember that while Puerto Rico was struggling in the aftermath of a Category 4 hurricane, President Donald Trump spent four days obsessing over professional football players who wouldn't stand during the playing of the National Anthem. Not until nine days after the storm hit, did he start taking any action to help Puerto Rico, and even then he spent way too much time patting himself and his buddies on the back and not really doing anything.
I know he's planning to visit Puerto Rico more than two weeks after the storm hit the U.S. territory, but:
1. I think he's being forced into it. His advisers are making him do it.
2. He really doesn't care about Puerto Rico. It's not on his radar.
3. The whole time he's there, he will be thinking, "Why am I doing this? This is a waste of time. And this place is a dump. Let's get out of here."
Essays on current topics and marginally relevant events. Written by a twenty-first century Renaissance man, a father of five with hundreds of children, a papa who isn't a father, and an uncle who isn't an uncle. Written by a computer professional who doesn't like computers, by an outdoorsman who doesn't get enough time outdoors, by a meat-eater who enjoys garden burgers and veggie pizzas, and by a poor man who is rich in things money can't buy.
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Wednesday, September 27, 2017
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