At 0200 while munching on a peanut butter sandwich...;

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I quit drinking almost thirteen maybe fourteen years ago. Not too long thereafter, a year maybe two, I quit smoking. About that same time, I quit sleeping. I am not suggesting they are connected but then I don't believe in coincidence or Karma either. Regardless, it never fails to amaze me how many deep, impactful thoughts spin through your brain at 0200 are just dumb at 0700. But dumb or not... I think I will share them:

Have you noticed just how bad the fat orange clown in the Oval is at math? Simple math , not that physics stuff that nobody is good at.

The man can't count from one to eight over a thirteen-to-fifteen-minute time span  (the average time consumed in playing one hole of golf) and remember which number he is on. I'm happy that he can recall a toaster on his cognitive test, but I do find his inability to count past five while riding in a golf cart very disturbing. I played a fair amount of tournament golf in my life, and I could keep my, as well my opponents scores in my head... and I sucked at Physics. The man cheats...and he doesn't care 

The self-proclaimed " best contractor/builder/architect/hammerer of nails" in the world He may be all of those things ...but he can't do math. Do you really want a builder of your house to not be able to see the difference of 11,000 sq ft and 33,000 sq ft? AND he lives in it (or did) May I ask, if you were standing in front of your home and were asked " is your house 3,000 or 9,000 sq feet?  Would you know the difference? The man juggles numbers and he doesn't carte.

As the International expert in all things that go boom, he ordered the destruction of the Irani nuclear program   a lab buried 600 meters under a mountain...by dropping a "bunker buster" bomb that burrows 60 to 80 meters and will destroy a two-foot concrete bunker, for those wearing Red Hats 600 meters is more than 60 (it has an extra zero). The man lies for convenience or self-aggrandizement and he doesn't care.

As the world's leading expert on real estate development and real estate law ( it's a little shaky on the law part, it was exhaustively covered while he attended the Wharton School and the school says he finished next to last in his class while he claims Valedictorian status. .. Im sure that it's just a clerical thing. Just a number. At any rate, he has torn down a small portion (his description for 38% of the total building) of the property he is living in, a residence to which he doesn't even have a lease...but he has assured us that its just a small renovation of 10,00 or 50,000 square feet and will cost only $200 million or maybe 1.3 billion somewhere in thar range,

Look, it's pretty simple... I really want to trust in the fact that the guy in the oval is smarter than me...beyond that, well, can he be moral and at least in honesty's zip code?




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