DOC’S BIBLICAL, POLITICAL ‘GOOD SMARITAN’ ADVENTURE
Pilgrims, Nancy (name for my mule) and I was traipsing up a steep hill out on a nearby dirt road when I heard cries for help. I thought it was odd because I had seen several people hurry by the ditch. I did notice they gave a quick gander, before moving on, so I thought the ditch was empty.
I snapped my riding-crop and gave Nancy a little sting on her large behind so she’d get the lead-out. Someone was in great distress. As I approached, I saw a nearly bald head peek up over the edge of the ditch. A hand appeared and waved me to ‘hurry-up’. The sight I saw made my stomach feel queasy: a nearly naked man, bloodied and scratches on his face and arms, looked into my eyes that seemed to whimper. He was trying to wear this ‘god-awful’ cloak that had holes in it and had been shredded some. With a mixture of blood and dirt, he was a ‘sight for sore eyes’…and not a hint of beauty in his appearance.
“Oh! You poor man, what happened to you?” I asked. “Who did this to you?”
He had a nasty gash on the top of his head, and he sort of stumbled as he reached for my hand.
“I’m Trump,” he mumbled.
“You’re in a dump. You said a mouthful man,” I replied.
His lip was swollen and when he spoke it was difficult to understand him. “I, I was costed,” he muttered loudly. Tears were in his eyes. “Please help me! I’ve money….lots of money. I’ll reward you,” he blurted.
I snickered at his remarks. He looked like a war refugee or an escapee from a place for the mentally disturbed. “You don’t look like a prosperous man,” I said. “Do you live nearby? Do you have any family you can stay with?”
His head had a few gouges and his hair looked like it had been cut with a Pinking shears: the ends stood up and had different lengths. He put his hand to his head. “My beautiful hair,’ he moaned. He looked at me,” I used to have beautiful hair.”
I rubbed my hand through my thinning hair, “I did too,” I replied. He looked at me; we laughed. I pulled him out of the ditch. “You’ll have to ride on Nancy,” I pointed to the mule.
“I…I will not,” he blurted. ‘That smelly old ass,” he added.
Nancy brayed loudly. “She’s not any more excited about carrying your big butt, either,” I said. “You are too injured to walk. If you want to find shelter and healing, you don’t have a choice.”
He let out an exasperated sigh. “But…but, I’m Donald Trump,” he nearly shouted. He grew woozy and had to set on the ground.
Laughing, “I don’t know who you are; but, you can tell a whopper, can’t you? Donald Trump…the billionaire,” I snickered. “That one gash in your head has really done some damage: you’ve lost your memory…perhaps, your mind. What were you doing in this place known as ‘The Den of thieves? Poor people live here; especially Latinos.”
“My GPS went on the fritz,” he said. “Take me to a hotel and I’ll prove it.”
“Do you have any identification?”
No. “They stole everything I had on me: Rolex watch, four carat diamond ‘pinkie ring, my wallet with my ‘walking-around’ money: ten thousand dollars, my gold cuff links, and my ten thousand dollar Armani suit,” he said.
I whistled loudly. “If they can sell all that stuff on the ‘black market’, their families will eat high on the hog for a year.” Looking intently at him, “no fooling… who are you?” I quizzed. Nancy will take us to the nearest motel and you can rest and get some healing.”
‘Yes, yes, please do. I’m Donald Trump. I’ll make it well worth your while. I’ll repay you a hundred fold for any expenses you may incur on my behalf.”
I glanced at this ‘rag-muffin’. “I don’t know who you are or who you think you are, but it certainly isn’t Donald Trump,” I said. “Up ahead, Tom has left the light on. We’ll get this all straightened out when we get there.”
Nancy was in one of her extreme stubborn moods and her pace was snail-like. To while away the time, he was riding and I was walking, I decided to humor him and treat him as if he was Donald Trump. I needed a good laugh.
“So Donald Trump is riding on my Nancy,” I said loudly, and laughed. “Mr. Trump,” I addressed him in an honorable manner. “I saw your Presidential Announcement a while back on TV. Your enthusiasm was contagious. I think the listeners liked the jib of your style. Perhaps, a bit bombastic; but, filled with wit and charisma. It reminded me of Old Teddy’s historic charge up San Juan Hill’s attitude. America, especially the lack-luster Republican Party, could use a full dose of his brand of politics.”
“If I have to say so myself, I thought I did a ‘bang-up’ job,” he added.
“I guess you never heard the wise political adage: ‘Walk softly, but carry a big stick,” I asked.
“Why? When you’re right…go for it,” he replied.
“The ‘Truth’ shall set you free?” I replied and stared at him.
“That’s right! If you could have written my speech, what would you have written differently?”
“I’m not sure I would have written anything differently. I’d just make sure your Public Relations people didn’t kiss your ring. In your billion dollars fiefdom you evidently failed to hire people that can recognize the Emperor has no clothes. Your speech writer was a coward and he left you naked and exposed. If you wrote, it deserved a C. With all your money and access to technology, didn’t any of your ‘brain-trust’ think to video and critique you announcement? Those ‘off the cuff’ remarks about the Mexican illegals…certainly most it is true…but you learned too late you took a knife to a PC gun fight. Donald my son, America isn’t the same place you and I grew up as boys. Cultural Diversity has changed everything about the uniqueness of America…and it’s never going back.
Those T.V. networks and those big dollar clothing stores running for cover… from your ‘off the cuff’ unrehearsed remarks about the illegals, hit you in the gonads, didn’t they? Your beloved PGA and LPGA are tittering on the precipice of harming you and playing a stupid game of Russian-Roulette, supposedly to protect the honor of the game, by punishing you for being too Conservative to suit the media’s PC taste. My opinion, this type of decision making is going to be a political ‘train-wreck’ for the game of golf: Latinos don’t play golf; they play Soccer; and, you have provided great financial support for the LPGA, and the PGA has chosen some of your best golf courses to hold some of their most prestigious tournaments. Talk about climbing out on a limb and cutting it off behind you, the game of Golf, by caving in to the PC madness running amok in our country is about to commit Golf Hari Kari.
Your ‘high-dollar’ executives that form your ‘inner-circle’ aren’t visionaries, are they? They evidently can’t see a demographic that is a ‘run-away’ train’…all the way from Mexico. The Latino voters will rule the ballot box until Christ returns.
Old Doc, personally, as a biblical man, would like to vote for you. I think you are the type of Presidential Candidate the Conservative Party needs. I’m convinced you are the best equipped to stand toe to toe with a Socialist woman and readily point out her numerous flaws: integrity being the most glaring one. When you handle it properly, you have an abundance of charisma and the opponent’s couldn’t influence a person to get out of a house that was on fire.
Donald, none can deny you have a created a Public Relations nightmare. I think the Apostle Peter is the only man that might have competed with you for putting your big foot in your mouth when talking. The ‘good book’ instructs the Godly man to speak the truth…in love. You spoke the truth; but, you failed to show a little love to all those Mexicans that have helped you make your billions, right? I share your disgust with our Socialists government cronies who would be more comfortable with a Ballroom dance in Russia than a Country-hoedown in Tennessee; but, they love the criminal element: they even have Sanctuary Cities for them. I’d have advised you to provide the data to show just how much American Tax-payers have been forced to anti-up and to provide a tally for all benefits given to illegals…from all countries, in the past two decades. You might have won points with that ‘eye-opener’.”
His head drooped. “I should have you on my staff,” he said.
“You need someone with some brains that go back fifty years, not ones that have been trained on Apple,” I added.
He coughed, “Oh, my sides hurt when I laugh,” he said. “Tell me, what would you have me do now that I’ve ‘stepped in it’?
I looked at Nancy and she stopped in her tracks. “Get a haircut; get a new do, as the say. Your flamboyant hair blowing in the wind might make a few hearts titter; but you need to get smart. No Socialist is going to vote for you. Probably not any Latinos younger than thirty, either. Your support base will come from the forty-five and up voters. I say, few of them are overly concerned about how their hair blows in the wind. In fact, you may lose a few votes for it. Take heart though, history proves the ‘air-heads’: thirty and younger, make a lot of noise about the election and MTV and Hollywood elites do their political pandering, and you get slammed for being truthful and a Conservative…that is the bad news. The good news is that it also proves these people seldom actually bother to cast a vote, so you still have a chance to make history: be the first Billionaire to be elected as President.
You and your ‘brain-trust’ must recognize your goals need to be highly defined so they work on your behalf rather than against you. If you define a goal and then your God-given unique Personality, Decision Making, and behavior model is ignored, you end up crosswise and you sabotage the goal. You have to acknowledge you are an Ego-centered person. Your ego must be fed or goals don’t mean much. If the goal can be defined so it feeds your large ego needs, then the goal will be processed with excellence. If the goal fails to feed your ego, then you will blow up the goal. I’m sure you have Personality whizzes on your staff, allow them to guide you.
Here is my plan to do a ‘Redo’ for your campaign. Take a page out of Obama’s playbook and use scripture to enhance your Presidential goal: Jesus said it was better to give rather than receive. Schedule a News Conference for Prime Time and invite all media. Spill the beans, truthfully about our country’s illegal Aliens problem. Offer your best solutions, but don’t present an idea that is pure visionary pulp fiction. You don’t have any political power to punish a country. Why not present a Workers Permit card for illegals so they can provide the labor our country needs during certain times of the year, but allows them to return home for periods of time to see family. Your opponents say we can’t build a wall for our borders. I guess they have never heard of the Great Wall of China. Any program that works to improve the lives of the people that work and live in America would be helpful…right? Nearly the entire world uses the English language to conduct business…scans America. We continue to churn out Latino students that can’t write or spell, or speak English well. This unfortunately, applies to all students except the Orientals. Add a plank to your platform that American schools will only teach foreign languages: i.e. Spanish as a ‘second language’. Make it mandatory all tests are in English. It can’t be considered bigotry when the country is equipping the students to compete in the business world they will one day be forced to inherit.
Consider implementing a new Trump initiative that will spend millions: about the price of one or two of your gaudy courses where only one percent of the world’s population can afford to play, and provide funding for the refurbishing of America’s Munnies in the less affluent areas where kids can learn to play golf for reasonable fees. Since the game of Golf is no longer the game of choice by the youth of America, and especially the Latinos, build Soccer fields for kids to play on. In twenty years, Soccer will be the numero Uno sport in America! Why not prove you are a ‘visionary’ and get ahead of the curve?
Regardless of your ‘hoof in mouth’ disease, if people see you doing things that will vastly improve America’s future, they will mark the ballot: Donald Trump: for President.”
He rode on Nancy for a few minutes in silence. “Where’d you get your smarts, old man?” he asked me.
”Proverbs 27:17 declares,” ‘As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another.’ “The prudent man encompasses himself with sharp, not dull blades. You need to get rid of your ‘Yes-men’ and surround yourself with men of absolute integrity who will hold you accountable,” I replied.
“Unfortunately,” I sighed, “I’ve had a front row seat to an unmitigated governmental fiasco for five decades that has left America searching for herself…while drowning in twenty trillion dollars of debts that have failed to appease the worlds tyrants, increase our allies support, and sadly, it helped grow a nation of sloth-heads that believe what you own isn’t your’s and they have a right to the fruits of your labor. When you debate, use some fancy charts that show how our government mishandles tax-payers dollars. Demonstrate what Income Redistribution really looks like to the Middle Class: it isn’t pretty.”
I gave the inn keeper my credentials and told him to put the charges on my card so this strange looking beggar would receive the help he needed. I told him he thought he was Donald Trump. He sniggered and stared at the pitiful sight standing in front of him.
“Should I call the police,” he asked. “He needs a doctor,” he added. I nodded.
“I’ll return in a week, and if his charges are more, then, I’ll pay the cost when I return,” I told the innkeeper.
“We will do what it takes to help the man get well,” he assured me. “By the time you return, he may recognize he isn’t really Donald Trump,” he added and laughed.