Bear with me with this post as I move from fictional heroes to real ones that may not be heroes.
From when I was small, I was always fascinated by the lives of American cowboys, but specifically ones who were gunfighters. Alan Lad, Jean Audry, Roy Rogers, and when I played cowboys and indians from the age of eight, I became one of them, firing my cap gun at whoever got in my way. Even now, at the age of eighty-three, I still have that same interest as I watch YouTube clips of films such as the Fastest Gun Alive, The Bullet With No Name On It, the latter starring Audie Murphy, a real-life hero who was at that time the most decorated American soldier.
I think that this history of becoming a hero and being the best at whatever you attempt in life has made America what it is today, where many of its people try to achieve their dreams, and many succeed.
I think emotionally DJT sees himself as the fastest gun in the west and feels that everyone else is afraid of him, but eventially, someone will come along who is even faster and even if that dosent happen the one great leveler in life is that we all get old, the gun gets heavier, the distance between the hand and the holster seems further away.
So will he attempt to take over Greenland, and will he force the UK to back down in the deal with the Chacos Archipelagos, where there are both UK and US bases? Depends, which side of the bed he gets out of.
So to reality. As I have mentioned earlier, DJT is trying to juggle an awful lot of balls, and it’s inevitable that eventually, he will lose concentration and some will fall to the floor. And at his age, the floor is a long way away. But perhaps he is doing Europe a favour. By bringing them all together. Throw the dice.
The Ballad Of DJT
I am DJT, the fastest gun in the west, simply the best. Better than all the rest. Better than anyone. Anyone I’ve ever met. So many notches on my gun, would have been more, but most of them run. People treat me like I am a king, the biggest bell, a dingaling ding. I have met many great people, but none can compare to my elegant prose and piercing stare. I must be the greatest gunfighter who ever lived, a legend in my own lifetime, the first name in a quiz. Hands so fast, the gun is a blur, most give up and say it just ain’t fair. So next time you see me at a bar getting a drink, and the don’t disturb sign is held by one of my many friends. Count the notches on my gun and don’t speak to me unless I nod in your direction, unless of course you believe in resurrection.
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