I'm sitting here on my bed, watching Donald Trump attack Mitt Romney. Watching. Not listening. I have the sound turned down so low I can't hear him. Which, frankly, is a good way to experience Donald Trump.
I do this sometimes, watch instead of listen, because you notice things you wouldn't notice otherwise. The thing about Trump I'm noticing right now is that for a guy who is such a huge, meaty, WWF, bullying presence, his hands are remarkably feminine. And the motions he makes with those hands--the index finger touching the thumb when he wants to make a point--are nothing short of womanly. Dainty, even.
Is it sexist to say that? Because I like women's hands. I just didn't expect to see them on Donald Trump.
I'm into silence right now, actually. I've lost my voice and so I have this enforced quietude going on. As a result, I am listening now more than talking. Which is a good thing, actually.
But I still don't have to listen to Donald Trump.
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I have never wanted to watch Donald Trump on tv, but this makes me really want to. No sound is brilliant. Also, I wonder if I could come with up with a good soundtrack to play while he speaks.
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