Manners, McDonald's and a Medically Unfit President

A Prayer that Cholesterol can do what Democracy hasn't

I’m no political commentator, but sometimes, the urge to try some drabble is just too strong—especially when the subject is a man as persistently annoying as Donald Trump.

So, with that in mind, I offer this: a small, greasy ode to bad manners, fast food, and the faint hope that his own dietary choices might do what impeachment, indictments, and logic could not. If you like me have been abhorred by this individual’s words, actions and public outbursts, you will appreciate the inside quips.

PS - I failed at the brief of a drabble. I will work harder at editing next time (this one was 127 words. But I could not bring myself to delete the last 27)

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Most of us were taught basic manners. Say “please,” don’t talk over people, be respectful toward others—especially those with disabilities.

Then there’s Trump, a man who eats like a bin chicken in a wheelie and bullies like a child who never got grounded.

He interrupts, insults, and hosts world leaders and asks for them to be thankful.

No impeachment, indictment, or debate has stopped him.

But maybe—just maybe—with his diet of buckets, Big Macs, and bottomless barrels of Diet Coke, his arteries will.

Not painfully, of course—no serious harm wished. Just enough for a doctor to say, “Sir, you legally cannot run a country if your heart is running on Macca’s oil.”

In the end, for all the bad it does, cholesterol might be our retribution.