|Don, Jr. and Eric Trump with their Kill - a magnificent leopard - proof that they're "Big Men" (with small dicks)|
So here is the question I'm going to pose today. What do you do to relax if you're the rich brat sons of a soulless bully? You know, how do you take a break from lying and demonizing a woman who is running for president? Just what do you do to relax? Well folks, you take a trip to Canada to kill some animals.
|Don Trump, Jr. with his Dall Sheep "harvest" - "harvest" is a euphemism that hunters use when they KILL a beautiful animal like this Dall Sheep|
Yep, that's where the "wonderful children" of Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump (as the news media so often gushed over them during the recent Republican National Convention) are right now, taking a "break" from the rigors of the campaign, beating up on a woman who is a thousand time more qualified in experience and temperament to be president of the United States.
|Don, Jr. with a water buffalo he decided no longer need to live on the face of this earth|
Yes, those "wonderful" Trump boys, the ones who, like their father are so patriotic that they deigned not to volunteer to spend one second in the armed forces of this country defending our freedom.
|Eric Trump with his "proof" that he doesn't have a small dick - he's now a "big man"|
Folks, I'm not a religious person but there is one thing I do believe. There is indeed special place in Hell for people like Donald Trump, Jr. and Eric Trump who derive pleasure from killing these magnificent animals for "fun and sport." That this is the way they choose relaxation:
KILL AN ANIMAL
|Big Man Don Trump, Jr. with the tail of an elephant he cut off - Big Brave Man|
|Yeah, I'm "impressed" Don and Eric. Why don't you instead do something useful and volunteer your services in the defense of this country or at least helping others rather than killing these beautiful creatures who have done no harm to you?|
Just to show you the total arrogance of these spurious spawn of Donald Trump, one would think in this day and age of The Dentist Who Killed Cecil the Lion, "the boys" would know better. One would think they could find some other form of "recreation" other than blood "sport", and the "sport" part is an oxymoron for sure because how much "sport" is there when the little dicked Trump boys have the weapons?
|What's the symbolism of these "men" hugging their dead animals? What kind of soul can smile after killing? I have an answer, they have no soul. They are soulless.|
Folks, I knew the Trump boys were hunters before this current revelation came out but I was going to give them a pass on it. I thought maybe, just maybe Don Jr. and Eric would put on hold killing any more magnificent creatures at least until their father lost his bid to become president of the United States, but old habits are hard to give up. Plus, when you're born into the environment they were born into. The environment of privilege, arrogance, and bullying and taking whatever you want when you want and lying as a way of life to get what you want; you don't get it.
|Don, Jr. displaying his "rack" - I wonder how much of the money he used of his father's money that was conned out of the Trump University students to pay for his hunting trip? How much money that wasn't paid in U.S. income taxes|
Will the Trump boys's current hunting excursion to the wilds of Canada to killing God knows what have an effect on their supporters? I doubt it. While many of the Trump supporters have a legitimate reason to support Trump and his "break all the China in the shop" approach to the status quo in government, I think many of those same supporters will give a pass to The Boys. After all, isn't Hillary the real Devil?
|The "Wonderful Trump Boys" - killers of innocent animals|
Folks, I can never understand the joy and happiness some get in killing animals. I can understand hunters hunting for food. I get that. However, I still could not do that. Once, when I was about ten years old I shot and killed a robin off of a telephone wire with my new bee bee gun. I remember to this day how bad I felt when I saw that robin fall to the ground, dead.
|Eric Trump obviously doesn't feel bad posing his rifles and hat with his Kill - soulless|
I thought "Why did I just do that?" Why? because back in the Fifties that's how one was brought up. My father was a hunter as were most of my uncles. Of course back then, The Fifties, as I was becoming awareness of my "difference." Me liking boys instead of girls. My bad feeling of killing that innocent robin was just proof that I was a sissified boy. A hopeless case that could never grow up to be a "real man". Of course as I grew up I realized that I was not a sissy. I was and am a caring person who does not take another living being's life as "sport."
|No animal is safe from Don Trump, Jr. Here he is with his trophy wart hog|
You know folks, there is a lot of things I'm not.
I don't have musical talent.
I don't have artistic talent.
I don't have an acting ability. (actually I think I do but that's a subject for another blog).
I'm not a mathematical genius.
I have zero sports capabilities.
I wasn't born into wealth.
I didn't have that paid college education waiting for me when I graduated from high school.
My only option was to join the Army which I felt was my obligation to this country, which I gladly did. And it was during that time, in 1962 was the last time I fired a weapon. An M-1 rifle (World War II vintage) at a target on the Fort George G. Meade firing range to do my annual qualification to be a soldier.
|Firing Range, Ft. Meade, Maryland 1962 - Jim Harris (left) and me (right)|
But there is one thing I am. I find no pleasure in killing those magnificent creatures that we are privileged to share our lives with on this planet earth.
|Don Trump Jr. with a dead turkey that he killed - just another trophy photo for his family album|
So while I type this blog entry this Saturday afternoon, the Trump Boys are in Canada take a "rest" by killing more animals. I wonder, will they have trophy photos taken so they can post them on the Internet?
|Don, Sr. and Don, Jr. - of the same cloth - destroyers|