Trump: I Made Taylor Swift Stop Being Hot

... President Donald Trump claimed this week that Taylor Swift is no longer "hot" and he is the reason why. The 78-year-old man posted on Truth Social, "Has anyone noticed that, since I said 'I HATE TAYLOR SWIFT,' she's no longer 'HOT'?" ...

OK, I am not a fan of Ms Swift. Indeed, I am not a fan of op music (as many have noticed here in my music video posts).

But really.

My first question about the post by Pres Trump is ... what has he done that he is trying to divert attention away from?

@#3 ... the actual POTUS is focusing his attention on some pop tart and not on the dozens of Americans dying in the weather disasters that are ripping their way through the Midwest. ...

Well, yeah.

Pres Trump does not seem to have a modicum of concern about Americans.

Trump tells rally-goers not to die in searing Vegas heat: I don't care about you, I just want your vote' (June 2024)
www.independent.co.uk

@#8 ... This is your brain on dementia. ...

I disagree.

For example, here's another performer that hits it out of the park ...

Renaissance - At The Harbour (1973)
www.youtube.com

Lyrics excerpt ...

genius.com

...
Out at daybreak to the sun
Seas are drifting glass
The tides were turning to the storm
Winds were moving fast

Women waiting at the harbour
Silent stand around
Weather storms another day
For men the sea had found

Fishermen were laying nets
The barrels spread the bait
The seagulls warning echoed round
Winds that wouldn't wait

People gathered at the harbour
Waiting for the tide
Eyes half closed against the spray
And tears they cannot hide

Shadows falling at the harbour
Women stand around
Weather storms another way
For men the sea have drowned

Hulls were creaking crashing sails
Rains were slating down
The oilskins flapping, decks awash
Slanting turning round

Thunder roaring at the harbour
Women drawn in fear
Huddle up to wait the time
And pray the sky will clear
Howling winds and the raging waves
Cracked upon the boats
And torn from safety, torn from life

Men with little hope
Ghostly echoes at the harbour
Whispering of death
Women weeping holding hands
Of those they still have left

Shadows falling at the harbour
Women stand around
Weather storms another way
For men the sea have drowned
...

Yeah, they don't write lyrics like that anymore.