I have a degree in psychology, and I am a fan of Marvel Comics. Let me tell you about the monster living in the White House, whom the media and the political establishment loathe. Comedians mock him; professors excoriate him; liberal women screech at him. Yet each blow that lands on the monster — every glob of mud, gibe or judicial setback — only makes him tougher and more determined.
Donald Trump’s skin is neither green nor thick. Trump is thin-skinned, but like the Hulk, he is easily provoked and quick to retaliate. I voted for Trump; he is my superhero. Like the Hulk, Trump is not very articulate, speaking in short, gruff sentences or in juvenile tweets. But watch him in action, and you’ll be treated to a spectacular political show, at the end of which journalists and senators and the odd dictator lie scattered and groaning.
Rocket Man fail!
Pocahontas no good!
Dicky Durbin dum-dum!
Nothing hurts Trump, and here’s why: Trump was created in the freak radioactivity of the Obama administration. Every Obama scandal that got swept under the rug; every apology Obama offered for America’s alleged misdeeds; every abuse of presidential authority Obama committed — all of these, over eight years, made possible and inevitable the creature known as Donald Trump, imbued with invulnerability. Hillary Clinton and the GOP elite could not stop him, and CNN and the New York Times certainly won’t.
No Obama, no Trump. But now that Trump exists, he is here to stay, and the harder he is hit, the fiercer and more incredible he gets. The orange hair begins to glow, and Trump comes out swinging — battling Hollywood hypocrites and sycophants from the swamp. The carnage will stop only when the monster, seven years from now, reverts to his alter-ego: placid, mild-mannered Mike Pence, the future No. 46.
Until then, Swoosh! Trump drain swamp!
— Alexander Lee, West Chicago
