Recipe for †RUMP roast

  
    The New Yorker :
“His level of egotism is rarely exhibited outside of a clinical environment'”.
 
Here?
Clinical Environment
 
Accordingly the Post tRUMP win elicited the very admirable exhortation from the New Yorker :
 
"To combat authoritarianism, to call out lies, to struggle honorably and fiercely in the name of American ideals—that is what is left to do. That is all there is to do”
 
It reflects
"Nobility: Fairness: CONsiderations: SELFlessness"  
                                            
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                         in tRUMPian USA

                 UnWORKABLEs

 http://www.newyorker.com/news/news-desk/an-american-tragedy-2

 

One has to define “AMERICAN” Ideals.
 
Are ‘American’ ideals same, at odds, unpalatable to the Ideals of others, of a different culture, different ethnicity,  different economic status; yet of that same exact DNA’d ideals of the Race called Man.
 

   Do Man then, need to zoom in, to view a smaller perspective, through the only window: ‘American'?
 
   What about the ones being, going to be, will be made less acceptable by tRUMP'$ - the President of the U.S.’s Ideal$?
  
 What about their Ideals?
Are theirs reflective of America’s?
Or are the 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, nth world’s ideals as unpalatable to tRUMPish ideals; now aka AMERICA’s CONtemporary IDEALs {hopefully for the next 4 years only}; as America’s are to them?
 
Should there then not be an IDEAL of plain good-ness,  plain non-partisan Human ?
 
Besides: the very ‘bold’: now  aka ‘antiquated’ ‘irrelevant’ & ‘undoable’ statements engraved on that statue: in the harbor, 
that New Yorkers & others 
so 'happily', 
so 'PAT.riot.ically' pose- in, on, by, 
with -
“duhhh” 
“hey, sefie” 
“no see, no hear, no speak, no think” 
“I am ok enough already, ssssank Q” 
“nothing to be gain'd here, let’s move on”  

"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

[Due to insufficient space; for convenience; for brevity; for D tRUMP's ease  : “Gimme. Gimme. Gimme”]

be dug up, reviewed & given a greater LIFE in everyday people's perspective ?

     when one refuse to acknowledge, to look in the eye, 
the ugly, dirty associated with that B.A.D. ‘F’ 
And one would rather,  side step, work around, pretend it will go away, or just plain wait it out - 
                      till HE comes again --- 
 what remains after cleansing it, deodorizing it, making it palatable, acceptable, or surrendering it to HIM



 
one's LIFE becomes a LI_E 






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