Last Friday, America and the world were sorely reminded of the depths of America’s fall from grace when Barack Obama finally came out of his corner to take on the current imposter president in a lacerating speech before the students and faculty at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign.
As ever, lithe and graceful, thoughtful, impassioned, friendly, sincere, and optimistic, Obama was that day and every other day of his worthy and honorable life and career everything that Donald Trump is not and can never hope to be.
This was a legitimate winner of the Nobel Peace Prize, not a jumped-up fraud thinking that a phony, staged meeting with a lethal dictator which has not come to the proverbial hill of beans should earn him that coveted prize.
A Trump supporter remarked to me very wistfully about the relaxed eloquence of Barack Obama’s speech, no doubt silently comparing it with the slumgullion nastiness and stupidity of Trump’s rants to his Stepford followers.
At the podium, Obama was as immaculate in his well-tailored suit as Trump is frumpy and slumpy in his dark blue suit and too-long flaming red tie like a fifth grader going to his first Holy Communion (not that any kind of religion has a place in Trump’s dark and threatening world).
Obama’s speech was ordered and logical, calling out the many Trump political and social travesties, yet reminding us that Trump is the symptom, not the root cause of the current divisiveness wracking the nation. True enough, perhaps, but the symptoms seem to be exacerbating the malady.
To witness the gentleman that is Barrack Obama is to underline the basic thuggery and malevolence of the Trump regime and its infectious threats to America and indeed the world – and even space. The old saying that beauty is skin deep but ugliness goes down to the bone has never been better exemplified than by Donald Trump. His very shadow is repugnant. He is the Ugly American and glories in his destruction of the foundations of our country.
After his speech, a smiling and sincere Obama greeted students and faculty, shaking hands and breaking into laughter from time to time, making that day a truly memorable one for everyone there.
Contrast that with Trump’s jive-ass rallies, which are about nothing more than propping up his nasty ego, basically talking loud and saying nothing, of which he is an admitted master. When things get too rocky on Pennsylvania Avenue, Trump, like Huck Finn, lights out for the territories and the square John audiences who seem to have the intellectual properties of a cigarette butt. There are admittedly Trump supporters with a shred of patriotism and rationality, but they aren’t the ones who show up at these pathetic pep rallies.
And of course Donald Trump is no Huckleberry Finn. Ernest Hemingway said that all American literature begins with the book “Huckleberry Finn.” Huck Finn is an icon of the true America, dirty-faced and righteous.
Donald Trump is an icon of the incipient American fascism that he is promoting with every breath he takes and every word he utters.
All the world saw Barrack Obama on Friday and all the world sees Donald Trump every day. The comparison is striking and odious: a patriot and a traitor.
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