It is time to hold Donald Trump's feet to the fire. He has promised many, many things, probably not all of which he can keep, no matter who throws his coat down so the emperor’s feet don't come near us commoners.
He has been treated like the conqueror, a king, the Second Coming. But he cannot make it rain onto Georgia or California or anywhere it's needed, and he can't stop rivers from over spilling their banks. When will plain folks realize he cares about his golf courses getting watered - not some peanut farmer's crops — not even those he maybe used to serve at his swanky hotels. Bah! He'll buy them somewhere else, from some other peon!
We who canvassed against him and voted for someone else may resist the temptation to say - I told you he wouldn't live up to your expectations.
Those who have been in his office report there is no place to sit - a visitor has to stand. That's classic bully $#!t too, not seeing to one’s guests being comfortable in your space, and being domineering.
Meanwhile he conveniently overlooks the flunkies (sorry, his cabinet) ignoring calls to produce their tax returns, because he's certainly not going to tell them to — they're his bros, his gang! And what is a gang but a bunch of bullies? The elite are his equals, he thinks, and no matter what his ridiculous caps said, he’ll never look on any blue-collar worker as his equal.
Yet he has plenty of time to spar with Arnold Schwarzenegger (not in person, he'd get creamed!) and Merrill Streep, because they spoke the truth about his nonsense. That's more bullying, but you see, he's picking his battles — picking on those he knows won't strike back in any way that could really hurt him, and never addressing the real issues that might.