Of Donald Trump and Iguanas

synopsis: A short comparison of Trump and iguanas, tongue in cheek, of course

trump iguana
Caroline! Look! An Iguana!

So, I was dozing in bed this morning, and caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I stumbled into the bathroom, and there beheld a 5 foot long (nose to tip of tail) iguana. It was looking for the back yard–the paradise it lives in, and was having trouble figuring out how to get there from the tight confines of the bathroom into which it had run.

Sounds like Donald Trump.

I went in and chased him out. Now, left to his own devices, he’d have stayed in the bathroom, looking dazed and confused, and if he could speak, he’d probably say, “What am I doing in here? I must have been chased in here by Arabs!”

On his way out, which required some prodding, I got whipped by his sharp, scaly tail. He didn’t like being shown the door; in a sense I was pointing out the error in his thinking, and all he could do was lash out.

Like Donald Trump.

His little tiny feet and hands kept slipping and sliding on the tile floor. He looked like a kid on ice skates for the first time. He was going sideways as often as ahead, and kept needing prodding.

Finally, he hit the sidewalk.

He whipped down the path to the next condo, and, not having learned his lesson about how little he knew, and not remembering getting caught in a bathroom, unable to think his way out, he turned right.

Shades of Donald Trump

And there he stood, for 5 minutes.

trump iguana mirror

The condo door was shut. The doors are glass, and have reflective material on them. The iguana stood there, looking at his reflection, and primping, then trying to walk through the glass, because hey, reflected in the glass was the sky.

Pretty!

And… look at me! Look at me!

An iguana named Donald Trump.


trump iguana
picture of Trump © Bloomberg

Last week, I promised you some suggestions. In the end, I only have one.

If you live in the U S of A and have any inclination at all to either vote for the iguana, or not to vote, or to vote for a third party, please have a thought.

Iguanas make terrible leaders.

Commit to voting democrat, have a breath, keep focussing on your own self-discipline and path, and then actually vote in November.

End of story.


About the Author: Wayne C. Allen is the web\‘s Simple Zen Guy. Wayne was a Private Practice Counsellor in Ontario until June of 2013. Wayne is the author of five books, the latest being The. Best. Relationship. Ever. See: –The Phoenix Centre Press

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