Dogs don’t like Donald Trump. Neither do I.
Maybe it’s the way he answers questions like a malfunctioning GPS: always off-course, full of reroutes, and somehow circling back to himself. Ask about healthcare, and you’ll hear about the size of his rally crowds. Ask about foreign policy, and you’ll get a rambling tale about how “a lot of people” think he’s like Lincoln – if Lincoln owned a golf course and dodged the Civil War.
Or maybe it’s because he treats facts like speed bumps – annoying little things to be ignored on his way to the next boast. He claims credit for everything, blame for nothing, and responsibility for even less. The man once said he was a “very stable genius,” which is the sort of thing you usually hear from people wearing tinfoil hats and shouting at pigeons.
There’s also the small matter of him treating the presidency like just another reality TV gig – except instead of “You’re fired,” it’s usually “They’re rigged,” “They’re nasty,” or “They’re unfair to me.” He has the political depth of a kiddie pool and the diplomatic grace of a rhinoceros wearing a red tie.
Let’s not forget the tantrums. Every time someone criticises him, he reacts like a toddler being told it’s bedtime. Allies? Undermined. Experts? Ignored. Journalists? Demonised. And when world leaders gather, Trump behaves like the kid who brought Monopoly to the party and flipped the board because he didn’t get Mayfair or went to jail without passing Go.
But the real kicker? He’s the kind of man who thinks empathy is a weakness, reading is for losers, and loyalty is only as deep as the last compliment. He calls veterans “suckers,” mocks the disabled, and has never met a dictator he didn’t secretly admire. And yet he insists he’s a patriot. Yes – because nothing says “America First” like hugging the flag one day and undermining your own democracy the next.
And then there’s the dog thing.
The man doesn’t like dogs. Doesn’t trust them. Never had one. No dog has ever wagged its tail at one of his rallies. Even Nixon had Checkers. Biden had Commander. George W. had Barney, and who could forget Washington’s favourite foxhound, Sweetlips. But Trump? Nothing. He once said bringing a dog into the White House would feel “phony.” Right. Because that’s where he draws the line on authenticity. Yet despite his dislike he once famously said, “I wouldn’t mind having one, but I don’t have the time.” Meanwhile, most world leaders manage to run entire nations and pick up after a Labrador.
Even my dog walks out of the room when Trump appears on TV. No barking. Just a look that says, “Nope.”
So why don’t I like President Trump? Because leadership matters. Words matter. Truth matters. And he treats them all like props in his one-man show.
I don’t dislike him because he’s conservative. I dislike him because he’s dishonest, divisive, and disturbingly unqualified for the job he keeps demanding like a child asking for ice cream before dinner.
Also, his hair.
A confession: One of my favourite writers, Grumpy Geezer, penned a memorable piece a few years back titled “Downfall. Bunker Boy starts his run for the big house.” That striking line, “He has no friends, not even a dog,” has lingered with me ever since, sparking the inspiration for this rant.
Also by Roswell:
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Jackpot..10/10.
Wot! Only a 10. Geez, talk about ruthless.
I’ll just have to do better tomorrow. 😁
Hmmmmm, I always KNEW that dogs had an innate, outstanding good sense of judgement of character and an intuitive sense of whether someone is good or bad! The fact that the huge majority of lovely dogs, like most intelligent people right around the world, despise Trump for very good reasons, is no surprise! Clearly, the ONLY dogs who may draw some “kinship” with the absolutely repugnant misogynistic predator, vindictive bully and CONVICTED CRIMINAL, Donald Trump, are either an abused American Pitbull that has been beaten into a level of murderous viciousness or a territorial Doberman guard dog trained to attack on sight! Let’s face it, just about ANY living, breathing creature on the planet would be justifiably wary of Trump, who ticks every box as an unconscionable pathological liar and a vicious political psychopath! If, perchance, a dog was unfortunate enough to be bitten by Trump, that poor creature (the dog) would need to be IMMEDIATELY taken to the vet! After all, one just NEVER knows what one can catch from the rabid Trump who is about as toxic as a uranium enema!
Surely no self respecting aware dog would waste a squirt on the Orange Orifice? Imagine getting close to this putrid poxed politically perverted pustular primitive peanut.
He and his cronies are now beyond satire, Roswell. And cheers for your acknowledgement 👍
@Phil Prior:
Great alliteration there Phil. Well done.
@Roswell:
Really, you shouldn’t hold back. The man simply doesn’t deserve all this nicety. Trump is quite worse than just any self-serving gronk, who made it to high office on the backs of millions of other bogans, bullies, ignorami, shitheads and all sorts of other deplorables. Yes, he’s a childish man-baby who squeals on social media at 2 in the morning when things don’t go his way; but that’s simply one of his more endearing traits. In every fibre of his malodorous obesity, Trump is a malignant living statement of all that’s wrong with America.
BTW – I’m not planning to visit ‘Merrica any time soon, which is possibly a good thing given the recent track record of his newly-installed Geheime Staats Polizei that now greet travellers at the borders.
Credit where it’s due, grumpy.
You’re a mind reader, Jim. That’s the subject of the current rant I’m putting together – why politicians, Trump in particular – like stupid people.
Around 175 years ago, an enlightened American, Henry David Thoreau, penned a piece called On the Duty of Civil Disobedience, an essay arguing for the primacy of conscience over compliance with unjust laws.
I daresay if Thoreau were around today, he’d be aghast at how the republic has fallen into such a disgraceful state, additionally, should he speak out against the deep plunge into authoritarian autocracy, guaranteed he’d be cracked over the head with a truncheon, pepper-sprayed, then bundled into a prison van and locked away for daring to speak.
Hugo Chavez famously mentioned the stench of sulphurous fumes when he spoke at the UN in New York in 2006, referring to GW Bush’s appearance at the podium the previous day and described the US as “the devil.” No points for guessing what he might have said about the orange-hued disgrace currently in tenure at the White House.
The Mad Orange Emperor is starting to go over the edge. I think The Donald is terrified about what Elmo can do to him with the billions of dollars at his command and all the potential dirt he’s sifted while in charge of DOGE (and gathered privately).
https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/us-politics/trump-deporting-elon-musk-feud-b2780342.html
The marbles have well and truly all gone from the bag. No matter how the MAGA culties try and spin this, The Donald is descending further into the well of dementia.
https://x.com/atrupar/status/1940092922822594880