Does the current president’s behavior make it worst for Americans to travel abroad?
Having recently read Lionel Shriver’s book titled We Need to Talk about Kevin, I had to think if what Ms. Shriver had written, described perfectly the “ugly American” who feels superior just because he was born in the United States.
The results of the Electoral College confirmed that the winner of the last election was a man named Donald Trump and not a woman named Hillary Clinton who had attained a simple majority of the votes.
The first observation she said of Americans is that they’re fat. Yes it’s true some are overweight but not all Americans are fat. However if we were describing the current president I would say he is a bit overweight.
She continues describing the American as inarticulate, ignorant, demanding, imperious, spoiled and self-righteous. I’m beginning to think that this describes Donald Trump to a T. The “ugly American” is the current president of the United States.
They feel superior about their precious democracy. Yes, we do feel that way and we’ve destroyed Iraq, Syria, and other little countries to force them into becoming a Democracy. Have we ever considered that Democracy doesn’t work for all the people of the world? Nope! We will instill it in all the nations we conquer because our cause is just.
Praise the power that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto – “In God is our trust,” [Star Spangled Banner]
Condescending, boastful. Yep, he is that!
Half the adult population doesn’t vote? I estimated that in the 2016 election, a little over half the adult population voted and that of those who voted a little over half of them voted for the loser, Hillary Clinton. How is this a precious democracy when the popular vote means nothing?
In my travels I never ran into Americans who went to Harvard, who discussed anal sex at cocktail parties held at their big costly house with all the celebrities they know. That is pretty crass to foist on new acquaintances that you went to Harvard.
Since I don’t know Donald Trump, I can’t say that he enjoys anal sex, but I have heard him boasting about grabbing “pussy” because “they let him.” He also doesn’t think The White House compares to Trump Tower or Mar-a-Lago.
Is he trusting to a fault, innocent in a way that makes him stupid. And worst of all, does he have no idea that the rest of the world can’t stand him?”
I don’t believe this last paragraph describes him perfectly because he’s already told Time Magazine that he doesn’t want to be named the Person of the Year. We’re crossing the Rubicon because this is the first time I needed to talk about Donald.
Below are the three paragraphs of We Need to Talk about Kevin by Lionel Shriver
Kevin was doodling furiously on the tablecloth with his crayon. “Anything else?”
“Of course there’s anything else,” I said, feeling the momentum that gets rolling in those plane chats when I finally get access to the library in my head, remembering Madame Bovary, and Jude the Obscure, and A Passage to India. “Americans are fat, inarticulate, and ignorant. They’re demanding, imperious, and spoiled. They’re self-righteous and superior about their precious democracy, and condescending toward other nationalities because they think they’ve got it right─never mind that half the adult population doesn’t vote. And they’re boastful, too. Believe or not, in Europe it isn’t considered acceptable to foist on new acquaintances right off the bat that you went to Harvard and you own a big house and what it cost and which celebrities come to dinner. And Americans never pick up, either, that in some places it’s considered crass to share your taste for anal sex with someone at a cocktail party you’ve known for five minutes─since the whole concept of privacy here has fallen by the wayside. That’s because Americans are trusting to a fault, innocent in a way that makes you stupid. Worst of all, they have no idea that the rest of the world can’t stand them.”
I was talking too loudly for such a small establishment and such abrasive sentiments, but I was strangely exhilarated. This was the first time that I’d been able to really talk to my son, and I hoped that we’d crossed the Rubicon. At last I was able to confide things that I well and truly believed and not just lecture─please don’t pick the Corleys’ prize-winning roses.