Andy ✝️ Dallas 🇺🇸

Mabel Rose Thompson here. I’m 104 years old. I’ve seen 18 presidents sit in that office. And I’m gonna tell you something that’ll make half of you furious and the other half wanna buy me a drink. Donald Trump was the worst man I have ever watched lead this country. Not because of taxes. Not because of tariffs, not because of any policy you want to argue about at Thanksgiving, because of character, because of what he did to the American heart, because in one hundred and four years, I have never seen a president who worked harder to make good people hate each other. Now, before you start typing, let me establish my credentials. I was born in 1922. I was nine years old when Herbert Hoover was still in office, and I remember my father cursing his name at our kitchen table because the man couldn’t stop the hunger. I was twenty when Franklin Roosevelt died. My mother wept at the radio. I was forty-one when they shot Kennedy in Dallas. I was folding laundry when the news came on. I dropped a towel and didn’t pick it up for an hour. I was fifty-three when Nixon got on that helicopter, waving that ridiculous double-peace sign, flying away in shame. I have voted in every single presidential election since 1944. I have lived under Democrats and Republicans and men so boring you forgot they were there. I have watched them all. And I am telling you plain, none of them, not Nixon, not Johnson, not anyone, none of them damaged the soul of this country the way that man did. Let me tell you what I saw. I saw Franklin Roosevelt drag this country out of the dirt with polio in his legs and steel in his spine. The man couldn’t walk, and he built a nation. He told us the only thing we had to fear was fear itself. He didn’t sell us fear, he sold us courage. I saw Harry Truman put a sign on his desk that said, the buck stops here. He dropped the bomb, and he owned it. He didn’t blame the generals. He didn’t blame the previous administration. He made the hardest decision a man could make, and he stood there and took the weight of it. I saw Dwight Eisenhower build the highways and keep his mouth shut. Quiet man. Didn’t need you to love him every minute. I saw Jimmy Carter carry his own suitcase and tell the truth when lying would have been easier. Too honest for Washington, maybe, but honest. I saw Ronald Reagan stand at that wall and say, Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall. Actor, sure. Performer, sure. But he made people feel hopeful, not hateful. Even Nixon, crooked to his core, but he knew he was crooked. He had shame. When they caught him, he got on that helicopter and he left. He didn’t burn the country down on his way out. He didn’t send a mob anywhere. He resigned. I never thought I’d miss shame in a president, but I do. Shame is a leash on the human soul. It keeps you from doing the worst thing. Trump never had a leash, not once. In 104 years, I have never seen a grown man take less responsibility for anything that went wrong, not one thing. The economy sagged. It was someone else’s fault. A pandemic killed hundreds of thousands. It was the governor’s fault. He stood in front of the American people and told us not to believe what we could see with our own eyes. He looked at a room full of human beings and sorted them into two piles, people who loved him and people who hated him, and then he spent every single day trying to make those piles hate each other.