First you say you will, and then you won’t.  Then you say you do and then you don’t. So, what are ya gonna do?

I am speaking to you, Donald Trump.

You say that “tariff” is the most beautiful word in the English language, that we need tariffs to rebuild our country’s economy, that tariffs are paid by foreign countries, and that tariffs will have no effect on American consumer prices. Now, you are cutting tariffs on things like coffee, beef, and chocolates because their prices have risen so much and eliminating tariffs should bring them down.

You argue that you are the “peace president” and that you have solved eight, or is it 80, wars. But you have attacked 21 boats in the Caribbean and Pacific, killing at least 80 people, and have moved extensive naval fire power into the area and threatened to launch an attack on Venezuela.

You have instructed your Republican Congressional puppets to leave town and not assemble for over a month to avoid public  release of the Epstein files, and now you have instructed those same puppets to vote for their release.

And I could go on……will the real Donald Trump please stand up?

Yesterday, we went to see a production of Henrik Ibsen’s The Wild Duck at the Shakespeare Theatre. In 19th century Norway, a husband and wife and their 13 year old daughter are living a simple, but happy life, thanks to the wealthiest man in the neighborhood, who had once been the business partner of the now impoverished father of the husband. The rich man’s son returns to town, having lived elsewhere for years, armed with the belief that society is flawed because it is built on deception and what is  necessary is truth and honesty.

Exploring the relationship of his father to this family, he concludes that his father was so helpful to this family not because of warm feelings for his old business partner, but because he had had an ongoing sexual relationships with the wife and because the daughter was likely his daughter, not the husband’s. This news tears the family apart, the young girl shoots herself with the gun that appeared in the first act, and the play ends.

What did I take from this?

Beware the release of the Epstein files! You never know where the (presumed) truth might lead.