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The Starbuck's Seven Discuss Trump
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       Dick and the rest of the Starbuck's Seven were waiting for the arrival of the last member of the group - Helen. She had just parked her car fifty yards from the front door of Starbuck's and was just now entering the coffee shop. Helen was fifty five years old, smart, logical, conservative. It was unlike her to be late for anything. As she entered the coffee shop she explained to the group, "Sorry for being late. I had a heck of a time finding a parking space."
        "It's all right, Helen, nothing hurt, have a seat and we'll begin." The seven members of the group were ready. Dick announced, "What say, today we discuss your feelings about President Donald Trump. If it's okay, I'll start."

       "I voted for Trump because I thought he was our best chance at getting some changes made in Washington. I knew he was a different kind of guy, but to tell you the truth, I didn't expect him to be as he has been since taking office. I still think he could be a good president, but I wish he would stop that irritating Twittering. People like me voted for Trump thinking he would bring change to Washington, and that's what he's done, don't you agree?"

       Six hands flew up, each member of the group of seven wanting to express some feelings about President Trump.

       Dick, sixty five years old, forceful, and opinionated. Dick's eyes are constantly darting around his environment. Pointing at Helen, he said, "Helen, you go ahead."

       Quickly standing, Helen met the eyes of her fellow members.

       "I voted for Trump too, but I'm beginning to think I made a giant mistake. I'm starting to become embarrassed when I hear him talk. Much of his motivation seems to be in his attitude towards anything related to former president Obama. He becomes mean spirited, disrespectful and he loses a sense of balance when there is any talk of accomplishment during the Obama years as president. I've listened to a number of explanations from psychologists about Trump's demeanor and apparently the man has some serious personality defects that lead him to acting out some bizarre behavior."

       "Hey, you make it sound like Trump is a buffoon, not the president of the United States." Aimee, the fifty year old Asian, whose family is well-to-do from Hong Kong, stood to defend the president.

       "Just because he doesn't act like some presidents doesn't mean he can't be a good leader for the country. The media and the Democrats are making him look like a crazy person."

        Steve, the forty five year old black member of the group, was known not to favor President Trump. Steve was a graduate of Harvard and had little tolerance for ignorance, bigotry or stupidity. He is a serious student of thinking and problem- solving. An all-star athlete at Harvard, he has a gentle, understanding personality.

       Remaining in his seat, it was obvious that he had made his decision about Trump as president.

       "As much as Trump is known as a building-builder his basic personality is one of being destructive. He is not at ease in situations that require teamwork and give and take - regardless of his talk of "deal making. I'm not even sure that Trump knows much about things he is making decisions about - like health care, Iran, Mexico. Puerto Rico
and the First Amendment to the Constitution. Some of his responses to appropriate questions are embarrassing. His IQ challenge recently made to members of his staff were not worthy of the leader of his country. I personally have a feeling when I hear him comment on issues of the day that he does not understand much of what is put in front of him. There's something about him that permits him to get away with things that others can't - for example, we're all still waiting for him to produce his tax returns. My guess is that the history books will classify him as the strangest president in our history."

       Mary, the least confrontational of the Seven, waited for Steve to conclude, then said, "Personally, I don't know how the man got to be the president. Just that piece on television where he spoke about grasping women in their privates should have been enough to disqualify him. Remember, it wasn't too many years ago that a divorced man would have eliminated a man from being president. This man, this Trump, should have had every woman in the country vote against him."

       Helaine, fifty one years old, attractive, with a tendency to flirt, waited until she had heard the group's opinions.

       "As far as I'm concerned, the man is a dangerous joke. He knows little about politics and less about what is going on in the world. He's dangerous because of his personality flaws. I worry about where this country is headed with him as the president. We need solid, positive leadership during these dangerous times. Trump doesn't offer those qualities to our nation."

       Dick stood and turned towards me. He asked, "So, Ron, what are your thoughts about the president?"

       I took a deep breath and began. "What gets me is how Trump gets away with things. The refusal to produce his income tax records, the video of his feelings about women, his insistence of building a wall between the U.S. and Mexico (that he says they will pay for), The negating of the Iran agreement, his withdrawal from multi-nation treaties, his insults directed towards John McCain, his off-the-cuff remarks about all media and the personal insults towards a slew of men and women. Each of these and scores more things are not the utterings of a president of the United States. At least they shouldn't be!"

       With this, Dick stood, and checked his wrist watch. "It's getting late, folks. Thanks for your opinions and observations. I think we have shared our thoughts of our president. This meeting of the Starbuck's Seven is over. See you next time."

       Helen shook hands with her fellow members, offered her good byes and reached the front door and tried to remember where she parked her car.

       Dick walked to his car, slightly shaking his head, thinking, "How long will the man remain president?"
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