The irony of what has happened with the reflecting pool in Washington screams for expression. The reflecting pool originally reflected the spire dedicated to our first president reminding us of the beginnings of our great experiment in Democracy.
Now it reflects one deranged man.
Recently the bottom was painted with blue paint with disastrous results. A cascade of disastrous results.
Reflection:
Everything I touch I destroy #1: Not only did I paint it with paint that did not work so it peeled, it developed algae, and the people I hired to fix that made it worse. This symbolizes my disdain and scorn for people who are professionals. No training is needed for any kind of job. Loyalty will do. Plus just trust my infallibility in all matters.
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Everything I touch I destroy #2: I proceeded to drive a motorcade down the middle when the paint had not cured because it would provide me with fanfare — “Famous President Inspects Pool in Motorcade” would be the headlines. Image is everything.
Reflection:
I own everything in Washington. Everything that belonged to the people now belongs to me.
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I can do anything I want to do #1: I give millions of tax dollars to incompetent buddies of mine to do jobs they are clueless about because I don’t know what competence is. I do know how to cross someone’s palm.
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I can do anything I want to do #2: I consult no one, especially no one with real college educations. Because all they do in college is teach woke. My pool guy at Mar-a-Lago will do for Washington. He contributes to my club. I run this country like it’s my personal business and the goal is to increase my wealth.
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I can do anything I want to do #3: I am above the law. This reverberates in all my MAGA followers’ desire to do anything they want to do. That’s called freedom and strength, the motto of my regime.
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I know nothing about history so that pool has no historical value whatsoever. That stuff doesn’t register in my brain. I didn’t know what Pearl Harbor was and the Rose Garden was just a bunch of scraggly roses that needed pulling up so we could have more outside parties like we do in Florida. This ignorance shows how much I did not pay attention in school, starting with grade school.
Reflection:
I am the most entitled, grandiose president who ever lived. It is all about me, no matter what “it” is. This pool and all the drama around it stands as the ultimate symbol of who I am.
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I am so confused that I thought the reflection pool was a swimming pool that should have a blue bottom. In fact I depicted my Democrat political enemies swimming in it in sewage. It’s a swimming pool, isn’t it? I come from Florida – we have lots of pools there. It’s my backyard, right? We Floridians all have a swimming pool in our backyards.
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I create massive problems but the US Treasury is at my disposal to clean up my mistakes. For example, the war in Iran. Now, driving over uncured paint in the pool.
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Not only am I grandiose but I am paranoid as well (these two delusions go hand in hand). People who are picking up the peeling paint from the pool as souvenirs are enemies of the state and are dangerous. Citizens be warned — stay away from my swimming pool or you will be arrested. I specialize in arresting citizens for imagined treason while letting pedophiles go or while hiring them. War crimes don’t matter either. Peeling off the peeling paint is a highly offensive crime and a national emergency.
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I have white trash taste. I have to be sure I convert everything I can into my taste because I have to leave my mark.