"There is no trivia in the strategic mind."
~Toba Beta
Master Of Stupidity
Hey... just sayin, but when you are the President of the United States, should you be spending your time obsessing on all the ugly gaudy details of building a ballroom? Or an unrealistic Arc d' Trump? How about turning the reflecting pool, on the National Mall, Caribbean blue, to match the pool at Mar-a-Lago? How about his obsession with seashells on a beach, that spell out, 8647? Trump's DOJ, this week, brought yet another indictment against, James Comey, for threatening Trump's life! Motherfucker! No "86" does not mean to kill, it means to get rid of something, such as old McDonald's hamburgers, that have been under the heat lamps too long! But Trump thinks if he stomps his foot loud enough, it will be a proper distraction from his own fuck up's. He thinks we can't see all his misdeeds and keep track of them, while being aware that he is using the DOJ to get back at his perceived enemies.
He thinks we can't see it all.
We can.
And one day, he will face the serious legal consequences of his actions.
History will write his legacy. And he will become trivial, inconsequential and forgotten.
Leucocholy, used in a sentence.
You can say I am preoccupied with the future object of trivia that is trump, but the leucocholy I get from thinking of how insipid his ballroom is gives me a sense of well being, because I know I am not alone in the trivial existence that is 2026.
"86" According the Mirriam-Webster
