On Nov. 4, 2016, when Donald J. Trump, Sr. slithered onto stage tailed by his family and colleagues, on my mind was similar to what got Comedian Rosie O’Donnell into a bit of a Tweet-O-War. Swiftly back and forth, my eyes went from Donald to the son he shares with Melania as being the same, and we were the same. As those behind The Matador Account knows, I do not want to write about underage children, so the focus is on Donald and how we are similar. Nobody knows the hours Donald spent in front of the TV, movie screen, radio, and or comic books that fed his adolescent mind and the same fantasies of the glitz, allure, and accolades to be a celebrity among Hollywood elites. Some people wanted to be recognized for who they are (lies, mistakes, and all) and gone out of the way to ensure we knew. While others who did not have the same courage to tell their truth had willingly exposed others first. There were stories when it did not matter to me the sins others said (wrote) about people because when my ex-husband realized I had a chance to destroy his diary filled with lies about me, he asked why? “Because it’s your story, not mine,” I said. This post is in the hope of how to get Donald to focus on the President’s Daily Brief (PDB).
When my mother was pregnant, a military doctor gave her a drug that is now banned in the US. Before birth, she was concerned that I would have brain damage, and the only issue was how quiet I was after I was born. She thought it was due to the gas they gave her. Learning was difficult except when I had corrected my sister’s ain’t to has no, read to her, and taught how to tell time. From about two or three years of age through twelfth grade, tutors, and speech pathologists had assisted, and without them, I would not have graduated from high school, beauty school, and university. People along my journey helped me see things that I was unaware of. From then on, I would change my behavior to fit in (disappear) among the crowd so I would not stand out, which did not always work since people saw the goodness in me that I matured into through the years, and yet, I had focused on the bad I did.
During college and university, others helped me with classwork and some added time to complete tests. One time that I can think of was when I cheated and turned myself in at beauty school. After removing a copy from a locked file, the test was not it, and I still passed it at university. After my mind opened during a biology test, I mentally saw my notes, but I asked the other side not to do it again at university. Only once after university at a college, I asked for help, and then the other side mentally showed my notes to find the answer during an alcohol and drug coursework. After university, I wanted to go to graduate school to become an attorney but knew I could not pass the Graduate Record Examination (GRE). Through the years, I found jobs that I could do because I did not want to feel overwhelmed, stressed, or did not have the skills to do the work. For instance, when I was an assistant to the marketing director at a retirement home, there were contracts with words I did not understand. So I took the papers home, looked up the phrases, memorized, and then sped through the contract signing as I explained to the elderly before agreeing because I did not want anyone to be taken advantage of for not understanding before endorsing.
When Lora and I were children, we went through our Mother’s bag to read her medical journals, and I used my red dictionary. I later learned about the Human Immunodeficiency Virus (HIV), which I told a few classmates and a female Asian teacher, but they did not understand me because HIV had not made the news. September 2007, I read online, saw similarities, and believed I AM somewhere on the Autism Spectrum, never saw a specialist, only spoke with my primary doctor. After moving to Florida in December of the same year, I did not pursue the answers. In summer 2017, Lora said that she spoke with our mother during childhood after reading a medical journal on Autism and asked if she was Autistic. What are the odds for sisters to believe they were somewhere on the Autism Spectrum? Then, I shared my thoughts.
For people to understand who I AM, others would have to live my life or read my stories to understand me. Donald and I are not stupid. Although we do not have the vocabulary and aptitude as others, we got by due to the setting we lived in (parents, household, siblings) and or placed in (babysitters, boarding school, kids). While Donald and I are hot-headed, I had learned about empathy (how others feel) to change from being cold-blooded to harm others. About three or four years after my sister was born, I pushed her down one flight of stairs because I believed life would have been better without her due to behavior our parents complained about, and yet, they had no clue of who I was. Living in a quiet setting was what I had preferred and still do. Although Lora knew how to lie as I did, she did not have the skill I had picked up on our mother. Some latch on quickly before the moment happens. All my sister had to do was change, even if it was just for a moment to be good instead of getting into trouble that she wanted me to take the blame because she thought I was the favorite. No, I caught on to our mother’s mood change before Mrs. Hyde on standby (Dr. Jekyll with Mr. Hyde 1886) to avoid being beaten. Most times, being aware of others through the events I experienced, or seen on TV (movie screens), or from the other side, got me through life. Mentally, I had to switch characters (behaviors) as a chameleon to fit in.
For others' well-being, for Donald’s PDB writers to understand how to write on behalf of his intelligence, they had to have lived his life. If I were a PDB writer, I would make Donald the star (hero, savior) in the briefs by using scenarios from movies, celebrities, commercials, and superheroes of past (present) to understand what’s going on. Jesus used analogies (comparisons) to narrate a story because no one knew God’s Wisdom to understand how to share the wealth of knowledge to get there together (2011) to avoid pain, longsuffering, and premature death.
O’Donnell, R. (2016).
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1886).
Updated – July 22, 2020 / Time 12:57 AM