Rock and a hard place
One of my hobbies, when I was younger, was rock polishing. You take a faded rock, and carefully nurture it, you color and glaze it and behold! Hours later, you have a sparkling gem, of pink, of blue, of yellow. All colors are possible for the polished.
It is a very satisfying hobby. I see Donald Trump as a faded rock. Allow me to explain. Some rocks have been around forever. They are old and they are tired. Not all rocks get the chance to shine once again.
Donald Trump seems like he’s been here for eternity. Can’t you feel it? He adorns our televisions nightly, he’s in the news daily, but like a rock, he can’t feel. He is tired and faded, and he just sits there, a bump on a log with no value.
Rocks are hollow and hard. Think of the expression rocks for brains. One cannot talk to a rock, one can certainly admire a lovely one . One can take a rock and throw it out to sea, but the rock is thick and heavy, so as to make them immovable on their own.
They never change. They can do nothing on their own. And that is our traitor, through, and through. Trump is between a rock and a hard place right now. If you look at him closely and examine his every move, he has not changed one bit since the start of his indictments.
He, like a rock, has not budged at all. His insanity and evil are solid and cannot be moved. Most people when receiving multiple indictments would have some kind of personality change, some kind of lightning moment. That can’t come for Trump. His person is truly immovable, such as the rock is immovable.
We could have 180 indictments, my friends, and he would just sit, be still and nothing would ever change for him, and he would never change. He is at the end of the day a rock who will never find his polish.
