I try always to be non-judgmental. Even handed. Give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Don’t judge books by covers. Or dipsticks by their socks & sandals combo. Even when I meet people who look like total, less-than-zero losers, (you know who you are), I try and find positives in them. Because you never know.

So when I first saw pictures/film of Kellyanne Conway, Trump’s right-hand-Rottweiler, back in 2016 when she ran his first Presidential campaign, along with Steve (Adolph) Bannon (currently serving 12-15 for fraud… well, soon will be) and a whole host of other Trumptons, my first thought was: SHE LOOKS LIKE THE ULTIMATE BITCH FROM HELL!!!! But I said nothing. Gave her time. Took in her words. Watched her working. Tried to ignore those teeth. And then, and only then, did I acknowledge that sometimes, things are exactly what they seem. If it smells like shit and looks like shit, then it probably isn’t a bacon double cheeseburger with chilli fries and a gallon of full-fat coke.

Firstly, what is ANY woman doing with Trump? Unless she happens to have the misfortune of being his wife-of-the-moment. Being a female in Trump-land means you have no pride, no value of ‘sisterhood’, no respect for women. Because you’re aligned with someone who wants to ‘grab ‘em by the pussy’. In fact being a Republican at all almost makes you either some kind of ‘chained woman’ or reduces you to being ‘goods and chattels’ of ‘your man’. Who you must stand by. Even in the gun shop. Especially in the gun shop. Ammo is heavy. Never mind that you, like Kellyanne, may have four kids at school, you’re happy to be a part of the massively destructive gun culture that kills school kids more than anyone else. Never mind that you have to be anti-abortion, with NO exceptions and no mitigating circumstances even considered. Because her God won’t allow them. Life means LIFE! Even for the unborns of 13 year-old rape victims.

Now Kellyanne’s husband is a different kettle of Americanism altogether. He fucking hates Trump. Slags him off regularly. Good bloke is George Conway. Like most Conways. So mealtimes chez them must be fun, fun, fun!

And that’s before eldest child, Claudia, gets going. She is, according to her profile, a “radical agnostic liberal/leftist”. Which, roughly translated means: ‘I know fuck all about theology and learned my politics from Sesame Street’. Because you can’t really be a ‘radical agnostic’. You can try being an atheist, that ups the radical quotient considerably. But you can’t be ‘radically’ fairly undecided about the possible existence of God, but I’m not quite ready to rule it out entirely. So what Claudia is really saying is: ‘I’m a teenager!!!!!!’ Which she is. And she supports Black Lives Matter which at least makes her a much better person than her horrible mother. Who Claudia wants to disown. Though she’s not that keen on Daddy either and wants ‘emancipation from both parents’.

So Kellyanne is no longer ‘his’ main adviser. Not even a minor adviser. She’s gone. Out’a there. Which is probably the most interesting thing to happen in American politics since Nixon.

Happy pre-election Days

A xxxx