Happiness. It's relative.
If I was Donald Trump’s mother and I witnessed him jerking his arms in the air in mockery of New York Times reporter Serge Koveleski, I would have slapped him across the face. In front of God and everybody.
Never mind that he is running for President which, as his mother, I would know he has no business doing. How his horrible behavior reflected on me would trump, as it were, any other prevailing interests, including his misbegotten notion that he should be the leader of the free world.
I will not countenance a child of mine being a complete and utter asshole. Trust me, this isn’t hypothetical tough talk here. I’m no travel writer talking about places I’ve never visited.
What I learned long ago, not quite soon enough but in time, was that my disapproval as a mother is power-packed and toxic like the poison on an arrow piercing through a South American jungle.
My children are all adults now. And, happily, the occasions when I feel compelled to show any disapproval are rare, nearly non-existent. But, quite frankly, one doesn’t have to use a weapon to appreciate having it. As all the Cold War arms racers would say, it’s better to have a nuclear bomb hidden somewhere in Nebraska than to stand on the shore with a slingshot.
Unfortunately, Donald Trump’s mother died in 2000 so she is not here to do what any mother in the universe would do if she caught her son making fun of a person with a disability. This means that Donald Trump is now a boy without any fear of the poisoned arrow. He thinks he is home free. He thinks he can pull the wings off butterflies and nobody can stop him.
So I say to all the mothers out there: if you caught your own boy behaving this way, mocking someone, being cocky and cruel, and bringing shame to your name, what would you do?
I think I know. Send the arrow.
Reblogged this on Red's Wrap and commented:
Sadly, not enough moms gave this guy the slap across the face that he deserved for his terrible behavior. We doubted ourselves. There’s no other explanation.
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If you had been Trump’s mother he would not be who he is today, and by that I mean a damaged, self-deluded narcissist. One or both of his parents are the reason he is who he is, and a slap now would be too little too late. Not that I wouldn’t love to see you slap him, I’d pay to see that!
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The thing that makes me sick to my stomach is that he has this much support propelling him forward. It means there are many people in this nation who share his beliefs and that makes me nervous.
But yes, I would definitely be the mother to send that arrow.
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DON’T VOTE FOR THE FOOL!!!!
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I read your tweet and my first thought was “I hope she says she would give him a smack up the back of the head”. You exceeded my hopes with this wonderful post.
I agree that mothers hold a lot of power in our hands, and I would dearly love to send one of my motherly arrows to that arrogant buffoon. Had he spent a moment at the kitchen table I was raised at, my father would have told him to quit acting so stupid and my mother would have finished him off.
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Yes! Exactly! And I can’t believe that there were people in his audience who guffawed along to that joke, and that his poll numbers aren’t going down. I think there are a lot of mothers out there who should be doing some slapping right about now…
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I sent this to my father. His response: “Someone should send the arrow!!!!” I would also slap my child if she grew to be that person. In front of God and everyone. In church if necessary.
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Reblogged this on Praying for Eyebrowz and commented:
Exactly so. Redswrap.wordpress.com
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Send the arrow, swing a skillet, tie his shoelaces in a knot.
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