But… You Promised…

Apparently, there are people out there who actually believed the day-one promises that our Decomposing Jack O’Lantern-in-Chief made while on the campaign trail. In their eyes, he actually has integrity, and can get things done. That’s why they voted for him.

And his day one was supposed to be the most brilliant, outstanding, amazing, big league day one ever! Depending on the source, he made anywhere from 4 to 59 day one promises, and even he said he shouldn’t be taken seriously at one point. (Well now, doesn’t that inspire confidence?) But if I were inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt, there were a few promises that he made that I would have loved to have seen come true. (Granted, I may not have liked the way he made them happen, but still…) But I’m not that special brand of gullible. His administration is one of chaos, exploitation and greed. Anyway, here are the dreams I sort of shared with this out of control clown:

Ending the war in Ukraine. That one was supposed to happen even before he took office, actually. Now, wouldn’t that have been dandy? It would be amazing if he could pull that off at any point, since neither side can stand him. But actually he should have just said “Ending Ukraine” because that’s what his actions may do. And then there goes what little buffer zone we had between Russia and the free world. But he doesn’t care about us as long as he finds a way to profit.

Reducing energy costs by 50 percent. Wow! Somebody must have forgotten to tell Puget Sound Energy, because our bill is still obscenely high.

Reduce violent crime. Um… It’s been falling steadily and dramatically for decades, so he can sort of coast on that one. But pardoning people who threaten to hang your former VP isn’t exactly the best optics if you want to encourage less violence. (I’m sure they’re all very good people, though.)

A lot of promises that amounted to making groceries affordable again. Well, I could go on ad nauseam about this, but here are a few simple examples:

During Biden’s entire administration, the cost of milk averaged, nationwide, $4.13 a gallon. It peaked out at a nationwide average was $4.20 a gallon. The current average under this Political Gutterball is $4.47 a gallon.
Egg prices have risen 22% since the beginning of the year, and are at an all-time high, because, while Democrats can supposedly control the weather, Stuporman can’t seem to control the Bird Flu. (What a nasty shock.)
Since we’ve yet to see any good ol’ boys lining up to fill the jobs of the underpaid migrant workers who have been too scared to return to, or have been dragged off of, this nation’s fields, I don’t anticipate the price of fruit and vegetables will be going down. (But hey, at least no one is taking these white boys’ jobs anymore.)
Thanks to tariffs, we’ll no longer be able to count on affordable produce from other countries that we in America can’t grow out of season, so buckle up. Every day may seem like Black Friday in the produce aisle. People will start fighting over the strawberries.

End troubles for Hispanic Americans. How? By making them live in fear of ICE jumping out at them from every corner? I don’t know about you, but that sounds troubling to me.

Return all the Israeli hostages. Yeah, no. As of this writing, 87 hostages are still being held, and only 53 of them are believed to still be alive. And threatening to turn Gaza into Trump’s next waterfront property isn’t exactly going to make Hamas feel like negotiating.

Bring “competence and common sense” back to the oval office. There’s only one thing to say about that one. EPIC FAIL.

If anyone says I’m being unfair, or that he needs time to settle in, or that he’s having to dig himself out from problems that Biden caused, my response will be that I didn’t promise he’d fix these things on day one. Our puerile prezzie did. And don’t you dare try to pretend you didn’t fall for it. Are you saying you knew those promises were lies, and yet you think everything else he says is true? Shame on you.

But I can’t say I’m totally immune to ridiculous prophesies myself. When the year 2000 rolled around, I was bitterly disappointed that I hadn’t gotten my jetpack yet. And I’m still waiting.