It took me my sophomore year of high school to actually break out of my shell. Before that I was tolerated, but kind of invisible. (Dante’s Inferno should include the Freshman Year of High School as one of the degrees for Hell) I had an elementary school friend who entered High School with me, but he was not going wait around to be discovered, nope, he insisted that he knew the magic to being seen, and said his elementary school friends could either join him in becoming popular or stay behind and hide in the shadows afraid to become cool. His trick was to call anyone he deemed popular by their first name. Or even better, if they had a nickname, he would shout out across the hallway or walking past a classroom, hey Ronnie, hey BB, he Casey etc, etc, etc. Of course none of the people he greeted looked t him nor did they shout out his name, in fact my friend either received a look you might get in finding your parents having sex, or a very abrupt middle finger. It took my friend one semester to realize, that just pretending you knew someone by their first name, meant nothing more than you were able to memorize a name. To be cool, to be popular in my high school, you met kids, you met friends of kids, you had class with kids, and you took your time in building up a relationship. Hard lesson perhaps, but then that WAS high school back in the day, and after all we were just adolescents in the midst of growing pains. From the attitude, bravery and sheer intensity of the teens who insist their be no more murder from guns or no more massacres from assault weapons, I see that high school may have changed.
But this story brings me to the current guy sit-in in the White House, who is much more immature or is it much more insecure than any high school student. Trump it seems knows no boundaries, and will indulge in whatever his fragile ego permits him to follow. There are so many mannerisms, that characterize Trump, one might want to write a dissertation paper listing all. Trumps crossing of his arms whenever he tries to make a statement, his intense crossing of his arms whenever he feels threatened, his maniacal finger gestures as if he was a hypnotist trying to mesmerize you with his motion instead of his message, are all worthy of comedy central. But there is one THING Trump does which screams “What a putz”. Trump thinks, like my Freshman in High School Friend, that calling someone by their first name either makes you important, makes you their friend, or makes you popular. Anytime, (and with Trump it is most times) Trump tries to impress he uses a world leader, or a Congressperson’s first name. In example is Trump’s most recent blunder and gaggle of lies, when he pretended to have spoken to the Justin Trudeau, the prime Minister of Canada. As if lying to Mr Trudeau was not enough, in Trump’s recounting of the story, the only named mentioned is Justin. JUSTIN, for God’s sake, as if he JUSTIN were at a bar drinking shots. Trumps lies to the leader of Canada one of out staunchest allies, and pretends that the lie was nothing more than a cute trick, a joke between Donnie, and JUSTIN. Trump thinks by mentioning first names, he is actually their bud and worst of all their peer. That sucks, he sucks, and Trump is once again the most immature, insecure of the lot!
