Since briefly mentioning in a previous post a while back about being frightened for the future following the election and inauguration of Donald J. Trump into the spot of President of the United States, I haven’t voiced much else. Why? Because it’s just so hard to believe that today’s political landscape is reality. Every news story, every bill draft, every tweet, every new policy announcement, every new discovery, every new
Chutzpah. Merriam-Webster says it’s: supreme self-confidence: nerve, gall. I don’t have it. You know who does have it? Donald J. Trump. In spades. Outwardly anyway. I’m not sure it’s even a good trait to have in most situations. I mean, if you’re supremely self-confidant, one could argue that it works to your detriment. That one with chutzpah shuts down any naysayers and refuses to consider any alternate options or opinions.