Imagine low hanging shaded electric lights illuminating a green felt surface on which gaily colored acrylic balls secured by a wooden triangular frame, rest. Curling smoke rises to the dark ceiling.
Suited men men, some wearing hats, lean up idly against the walls.
Everything is motionless.
Jackie Gleason knew.
There is no game without the white cue ball.
Consider Trump the cue ball.
Oh, he had the private jets, the multiple homes, the tall buildings that bore his name in oversized shiny gold letters, but he had never been elected to public office and there he was (wait for it) running for President of the United States.
Heads began to spin and for some, they have not stopped spinning.
For them, the outright, shock, disgust and mocking have not been tempered one bit three years after he won election.
The scoffers are angrier than ever.
They ignore his record breaking economic achievements, his strengthening of our military, securing of our borders, foreign affairs successes and exposure of Democrat party and federal agencies corruption. That they were all achieved as the Democrats hounded him, his supporters and family, night and day in state after state make them all the more extraordinary.
“It’s like he has a secret power or something”, they must mutter to themselves.
Yes, Trump is the cue ball.
Colorless, without a number but you can’t break the pack without it.
Trump will be coming back for four more years and will bring a Republican House and Senate with him.
You can bet on it.