B. U. G. S.

There! I’ve admitted it!

You are probably surprised and puzzled by this admission.

You can’t understand why any man would be jealous of him.

But the special reason for my jealousy may be important.

I can’t identify with somebody who owns yachts or art masterpieces. Most people are jealous of Trump because he has things which would obviously be other men’s dreams come true.

But I’ve never had any of these things, and so they are not real to me. What is real to me is something I can identify with:

Donald Trump is knee-deep in hard ball politics, and he is having a BALL!

This I can identify with.

And Trump’s joy is one side of the most obvious difference between the Trump campaign and the Clinton campaign.

It was obvious to even the most casual person watching the campaign that Hillary Clinton was miserable the whole time, while Trump had a ball the whole way.

In fact, the one time I saw Hillary actually looking a bit happy was in incidental shots of her while she was giving her concession speech.

For me, throughout the campaign, I saw Hillary as a picture of misery, fury, and anger.

But Trump obviously had a ball the whole time. Instead of being upset at all the insults and putdowns, I got the impression that when a reporter was attacking him, he just wished that particular standard and packaged mouth for the establishment would just FINISH his insult so Trump could get back into action.

I am jealous because I never came anywhere near owning a yacht or having millions of dollar and cars, but the joy Trump has in this campaign is something I HAVE experienced.

And I miss those times big time.

I was a workaholic. Like other addictions, workaholism is often fatal, and mine ended in a breakdown and disability. But that doesn’t keep the drunk from missing his bottle or the workaholic from missing his desk.

I hope any disrespect will be forgiven, but Trump at an interview is like that happiest of all animals, a dog that is waiting for the next ball or stick to be thrown.

He is bright eyed, bushy tailed, and LOVING IT.

Take a quick cutback to look at Hillary at interviews, where the reporters were totally and openly on her side.

You saw another eager doggy back when I was called into my boss’s office. He had two senior staffers just on his personal staff when he hired me.

At the end there both of them were gone and I was heading full tilt into a breakdown. When my boss John took over a head of Republican staff on the Education and Labor Committee, the head of that staff said to John, “Do you realize that you have two offices on the Committee for Bob, plus a staff under him, plus the desk in your office?”

There are people like me who are almost killed by workaholism. But there are those, like my boss and Trump, who thrive on it, who can barely live without it.

When reporters ask Trump a question, he has staff he knows how to use to find out what he needs to know about it. Hillary was more like an A student she carried unbelievable amounts of information around in her head, the sort of information that impresses the hell out of the press.

But that’s not the way you run a railroad. Trump knows exactly where he will get the information and whom he will assign it to.

And he’s a-rarin’ to go!

Hillary can impress the Eternal Sophomores who shout and scream at the Marxists religious revivals Jon Stewart holds.

The Soviet Union was run that way when Lenin took over. The result was about a hundred million deaths around the world and poverty and REAL starvation for decades.

Trump is a real man who can’t wait to take over a real country.

He does not have my fatal weaknesses and he wants to take over as much as I did.

Lord I ENVY him!