Michael Wolff’s Fire & Fury, among many revelations, pointed out that Donald Trump never intended to win the presidency. He fully expected to lose to Hillary and planned on that. I wrote Trumple’s Lament in May, 2016, having come to that conclusion. He could promise anything since he “knew” he would never have to deliver.
All this week President Trump has been demonstrating the primary message of the book is correct: that Trump is unfit in every way to hold any government office, let alone the presidency. I will write more on this later.
Trumple’s Lament
This fate wasn’t meant to happen Music blaring, banners flapping All those thousands shouting, clapping
Shouting, “Trumple, he’s our man!”
Really not what I intended Nor have I much cash expended This fiasco should have ended Ended where it all began
They keep shouting, “He’s our man!”
I’m now leader of this party G O P, all hale and hearty I’m so guru, I’m so smarty I’ll succeed because I can
I’m so awfully good at winning Should have known it when beginning On myself the blame I’m pinning ‘Twas me fooling, when I ran
They keep shouting. “He’s our man!”
Now I’m certain I’ll be prexy Life might be, well, kind of sexy
But I’ll suffer apoplexy Living where I’d lose my tan
Hotels have I, mansions have I Billion-Dollar life style, have I
From that dinky White House will I
Leave when e’er I can
They keep shouting, “he’s our man”
5/16/16
Your brother would awake screaming every morning with this maniac as President. I loved your Lament