Double Date

     Donald Trump and his wife had dinner with Senator Marco Rubio and his wife.  During last year's edifying (not) Republican presidential campaign seasons, a desperate Rubio, overshadowed in the news every day by Trump, resorted to weak insult comedy, making fun of the Republican frontrunner and eventual leader of what's for some reason called the free world.
     Unable, due to his untreated mental illness, Trump reacted with ridicule towards his opponent, calling him "Little Marco," a mirror insult to Rubio's jibe about Trump's "small hands," as in, "You know what they say about men with small hands..."
     What do they say, Senator Rubio?  Did that topic come up at your dinner in the White House with the Trumps?  Small hands, small penis, is that what you were getting at?
     Trump has small hands in relation to the rest of his overweight out of shape seventy year old body.  His son, Donald, Jr., has a small nose in relation to his face.  His other adult son, Eric, is normally proportioned, and his daughters are shaped exactly like attractive women, blessed by the accident of genetic combinations that made them favor their mothers' sides of their respective families, rather than getting revolting characteristics from their ugly father.  I only mockingly refer to someone as ugly if I hate that person's guts.  Donald Trump is an ugly motherfucker, and his son, Donald, a more arrogant piece of shit I've rarely ever contemplated, has a tiny nose.
     It's petty of me to focus on the dear leader's appearance now and then, but I'm not alone.  Two days ago an old friend whom I hadn't seen since the presidential election brought up Trump's physical hideousness.  I suspect that by the end of his presidency he'll be about as attractive as England's Henry the Eighth during that king's final years.
     What did the Rubios and the Trumps talk about?  Did it seem ironic to Rubio that he, who only two years ago thought he had a very good chance of winning the presidency, lost to a master of bad taste with no scruples about being a bully in a public, constantly watched arena?  I suspect that Trump's sensitivity about his virility (all powerful men obsessed with image worry about this, something Putin and Trump share along with Henry the Eighth) gave him an inner push to conquer his opponents; "Little Marco" touched the one nerve Trump felt most threatened by: the reality of his probably normally sized seventy year old unimpressive penis hanging, almost unnoticeably, beneath a mass of presidential gut flesh.
     Having the Rubios over for dinner is similar to what Trump did with Romney when the latter was being considered for leading the State Department.  Trump shows like he cares, but really, it's a game of humiliation: "Look, Little Marco, this could have been yours, the big airplane, the house, the bunker underneath, the attention."
     And really, these two former enemies of the campaign trail, still hating each other, got together with their wives in the White House because neither one of them has any moral integrity or personal standards.
   
                                                                             Vic Neptune