The Evictor Has Been Evicted. Poetic Justice at Last. Part One.

During the past four years we have been relentless in our demand that Donald J. Trump leave the White House. The People’s House, as we like to call it.

We impeached him and have worked relentlessly to make sure that he and his awful family leave the premises and are seen no more. Little did we know during our arduous endeavour that we would succeed. In response to his losing the Presidency of the United States Donald J. Trump has announced that he would never leave. He has gone as far as to Tweet that he is lathered in butter and cannot be made to leave. As crazy as that sounds I checked and double checked the source and he did make such a distasteful comment. The Beast is wounded.

As we collectively call out the countdown, every single day, about how long until President-Elect Joe Biden is sworn in, we watch in horror all the manipulations and tricks Trump is engaging to avoid the inevitable. Poetic justice appears to play a hand in these events. Trump is a second generation developers. His father owned buildings in the Bronx until we worked his way to Manhattan. Trump’s father was famous for his heavy handed racist and cruel treatment of his tenants.

The son, Donald, inherited close to half a billion dollars long before billions of dollars was common language in reference to money. Donald told a famous lie, that he had started his business with a one million dollar loan from his father. Now everyone knows the truth. He blows money to the wind non-stop and is always looking for new sources of cash to leverage his billion dollar debt (Fortune). His known scheme has been to “milk” the cash rich companies he would buy. Them he would declare bankruptcy protection and move on to the new cash cow company to repeat the same parasitic maneuver. I believe he has repeated this venture about six times bankrupting hotels, casinos and everything he can get his hands on.

The Presidency of the United States has been his biggest gig with all the money he can spend at his disposal. He once said that if they run out of money they should just print some more. He did say this. Check it out. The banks holding his billion dollar debt stepped back and took off the pressure. He is, after all the President of the United States. Donald had the world in an oyster. Private jets and security and every single wish was granted as if Aladdin had come out the lantern. As is his habit, he used and abused everything around him and has now worked himself into a corner. His banks are calling his loans. He hold little or no equity. His family is directly implicated in his White House money laundering. Russia has lost interest in him. Word is that Putin is ill and on the way out.

So here he is, the arrogant, ignorant rich boy left with no country to call his own, no home, no riches and a mountain of legal problems both civil and criminal just waiting for him to step outside of the White House. Names of movies come to mind to describe his situation, “No Way Out”, “Entrapment” and many others.

I find personal pleasure in knowing the his many unkind acts towards people in need are being reciprocated. He now knows what the fear of losing your safe place is all about. “Karma is a bitch” is an expression I hear too often. I personally do not like it because, truth be told, a bitch is some poor female dog that got herself unwillingly knocked up. Then again, sometimes events overrule one’s likes and dislikes and I will say that for Donald J. Trump Karma has shown her face and she is a glorious bitch. Poetic justice allows us so see, in plain sight, his loneliness, his fear and his desperation. He is getting as taste of his own horror. The evictor has been evicted.