This is not a post about President Trump - it is about his name. Say what you will about him good or ill, one can't deny that the mere mention of his name will bring about a strong reaction. And typically a lengthy one at that. It's like a popular song - whether you like it or not - of which you only need to hear a scrap of it and it plays in your head all day long. Except, instead of playing in your head, all one needs is to hear the name "Trump" and someone else will go off all day long.
I get that people are passionate about the president - so much so that no calm discussion can be had about him. Listen to the radio, open the paper, read a Facebook feed etc., and there will be a steady diet of news about him more than about anybody else I can remember.
Recently I was with a group of people who were not shy about their extreme dissatisfaction with our president. Every time his name was mentioned, even by an otherwise ignored radio, the room would burst into an uproar. There were so many things about which to talk - sports, art, what taco stand is the best - but it all went on hold for ten minutes to focus on someone they agreed numerous times that they disliked. I'm even wary of writing this that someone out there will assume my position on the president and rake me over the coals for it - or are perhaps just angry that I associated his name with this comic.
One day I broke away to go for a walk and came across this piece of lawn art:
As I was preparing to take a picture of it, a man rode up behind me in his automated wheelchair and started asking me questions. "What is it? Is it a giraffe? Isn't too big?" As he was riding away I saw the sign on the back of his chair:
I decided not even to bring the sighting up as funny and ironic as it should have been whether you like him or not.
It's not that there are not things about which just about anybody could complain. And it is good to get it out there. But isn't there a point when it is not being productive any longer?