So my hopes for an interview for the “dream job” were quickly dashed. I’m really beginning to feel old. I’m trying not to dwell on it, but I would think I should, at least, get a call, a follow-up…something more than a polite, “we’ve decided to pursue other candidates” email.
I’ll admit being bummed. I checked all the boxes for that gig…except I’m not in my 20’s…or 40’s. If this keeps up much longer I won’t be in my 50’s.
Enough depressing stuff. Let’s talk Donald Trump. Okay, that’s depressing too.
Did you read the transcript of the Washington Post’s Editorial Board meeting with Trump?
I’m a Republican. I’m a Conservative. I’m also a guy who is facing a crisis. This man is going to be the GOP nominee? I’m not sure he’s even literate, much less intelligent. Oh. My. God.
Oh. My. God.
Oh. My. God.
I think I may have found a way to make a living. I’m going to develop an app to make everyone talk like Trump.
“Hey, ya know, we can be…will be…could…hey, did you see my wall? A building I’m building is going to have walls, great walls. People and, ya know, the media, they won’t see the real walls…but I’ll see them and they’ll be great. Did I mention that I’m really loved? People…well, not the media…but some people really lov…hey! Squirrel!”
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