Trumps Tone.

Have you noticed the change in D. Trump’s tone of voice? It’s become the monotonous thudding monotone of incessant bombing of waterlogged trenches, each word a far off explosion muffled in mud. It somehow carries the depressing inevitability of an approaching doom. As he orders more federal forces to quell the protestors of a different opinion he appears to perceive himself inching ever closer to an Armageddon. But who are the sides to this final conflict? For sure he must be depressed at the thought of his glorious personal play’s final act coming to nothing ‘sept a squabble, a stabbing, a soliloquy. Obviously he’s not a fan of Elizabethan theatre, though he definitely has the girth and swagger of a Shakespearean character. At least he had in previous scenes. As you can see I’m padding this out in an attempt to reach my daily 300 words. So who are the sides; that’s my concern. Trump v USA, Trump v China, Trump v the World or Trump v Trump? The rants, the slurred speech, the 3am tweeting, the skewed holograms of reality and now this monotone are pitiable in the homeless asking for a handout. They don’t have the collateral to harm, but this is Shakespeare. Will he be Macbeth, King Lear or Bottom? There’s a range. Or a childhood doll whose stuffing is escaping with its use, or a zip around balloon who in its last gasping fart falls lifeless limp to the ground. No Will has better ways of saying it.

“Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage”

“The time of life is short! To spend that shortness basely were too long”