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The Ugliest Presidency

Many years ago I wrote a blog article about a time when elephants could be bought and sold for zoos for live exposition. It was a story of one very well loved elephant. Buying The Elephant. Times change, and this practice has become much rarer and tightly controlled, but at least now directed towards efforts to save this wonderful animal from extinction in their native areas.

I’ve never made any secret of my intense dislike of Donald Trump or that I considered him totally unworthy of the Presidency. Whatever your political leanings, I can’t think of anyone with an ounce of empathy who could defend his latest action.

In his desire to wipe out anything of value done by his predecessor, Trump has used his jealousy, lack of intelligence, and self hatred to attack one of the most valuable animals on earth by reversing the policy that forbid the importation of trophies from endangered species. This makes the US one of the few allowing for trade in ivory while encouraging poaching and big game hunting. Elephant losses are now approaching 100 per day. Allowing for trophies only encourages this poaching and destruction.

Trump to Allow Imports of African Elephant Trophies

We know the Trump sons are big game hunters, proud of their slaughter as can be seen above with Don Jr and his elephant tail. This is no excuse for the elimination of an intelligent, beautiful, family oriented animal already endangered. Donald Trump hasn’t just failed as a President. He has failed as anything resembling a human being.

I apologize for the death at the top of this article. Here is how elephants should always be on this earth.

About Me

Retired great grandmother living in the Northwest US. Former radio Public Service Director and National Accounts Manager.

I’m a hair-dishevelled heilan’ coo,
Hamish McKay be ma name;
Welcome tae this dreichet glen
I’m cursed tae ca’ ma hame.
Depending on the mood I’m in
I’ll raise ma horns on high,
An’ if I like the look o’ ye
I’ll likely let ye by.
But should I dinnae like the look
O’ ye, then tak great care,
I’ll raise ma horns on high again,
Go on, get oot o’there!
So whether welcome yae or nae,
I’ll raise these horns sae mean,
Then ye shall ken ma meaning
By the twinkle o’ ma een.

Courtesy of
MARION GRAY Wollaton Road Wollaton Park Nottingham

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