Oxymorons are words, or a group of words that are self-contradicting, according to Webster.
Rumor has it, however, the last syllable of oxymoron is applicable to you-know-who, so the term may not be contradictory after all.
When he is no longer in office, there will be a permanent reminder of his reign of horror – i.e. a presidential library.
Presidential libraries are privately funded, then turned over to National Archives and Records Administration to operate and maintain. Trump’s tenure could result in a location at Riker’s Island or Leavenworth and break with tradition.
Otherwise, my money says The Donald’s library will be on a Trump-owned resort property.
The facility will be as garish and tasteless as the Trump dynasty.
I envision a kiosk with MAGA merchandise for die-hard supporters to purchase.
A jumbotron featuring various kinds of products such as hair color, gel, and tanning spray with a how-to diagram of the comb-over.
Museum-like film clips of his photoshopped inaugural parade with its huge crowds and rallies featuring his adoring followers would loop over and over.
Replicas of McDonalds and KFC family size buckets would replace official White House menus.
Credible proof of the stable genius’ awards, certificates of merit or other tributes are non-existent. In their place, bankruptcy filings, bogus tax returns, copies of fake news covers and a diploma from Trump University.
Alongside photos of interest during the Trump reign of terror, photos of his paramours will peak visitors interest. There will be no mention of a first lady, as she retired to a villa in Switzerland and changed her identity.
Numerous photos of executive order signings will grace the walls replacing inspirational quotations, typically found in other president’s libraries.
The Trump Presidential Library will be just like the man himself – tacky and tasteless and the American Taxpayer will be stuck for paying for its upkeep through the National Archives and Record Administration.
Categories: Biased, Unbalanced and Politically Incorrect
I am a lifelong Southerner, short story author, and essayist. Home is Dallas, Texas.
My essays have appeared in Flash Fiction Magazine, The Dead Mule School of Southern Writing.