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| Don't blame Democrats, blame the genie |
Donald Trump and I are practically the same age.
He is 26,396 days old.
I’m 26,266 days old.
I express our ages in days rather than years because
the subject of this essay is learning, and I believe learning is an on-going,
day-in, day-out experience. Yeah, we might have graduated in such and such
year, or our twenties—pick your own decade –may have been throwaway years, but
learning is a never ending process. At least, it should be.
While Trump is about four months older than me—a
hundred and thirty days to be exact, I strongly believe he has wasted some of
them, maybe more than he would likely admit to.
For almost every day that I have lived, I strongly
believe I have learned something. I’m not saying I always put that knowledge to
good use, or that I didn’t at some point forget what I’d learned, only to have
to learn it again. To be sure, there were days when I didn’t learn a damn
thing, and for that, I have no one to blame but myself. Nevertheless, I try to
keep an open mind.
In my opinion, based on observations I have made over
the last 15,000 days or so, Donald Trump hasn’t learned a damn thing on most of
the 26,000 days he’s spent trying to impress on us, how much he knows.
What does it matter?
I don’t know.
I just finished writing a novel about Trump that might
not sell 100 copies if it were to stay in print for the next—let’s just keep it
simple and say 10,000 days. Meanwhile, he is president of the United States.
That should tell anyone all they need to know about
the greatest nation on earth and what it takes to succeed in it.
Nevertheless, this is an essay about learning and how
every day is important. It’s certainly not about fairness or irony or luck.
