People just don’t get me!

People are so cruel and ugly.

They fail to see the brilliance that is I. They turn everything i say and do into something bad.

I make stupid typos and it’s not my fault. I might be writing the sequal to Hamlet, but people would pick on how I spell crap like “thee”.

Everything for them is the outside surface.

And their outside-surfacy-thinking-thing is just the beginning.

They can’t stop talking about bad things.

They keep bringing up my bone spur, and my racism.

Racism? You tell me. My daughter married a Jew and I didn’t say anything, but maybe it’s good. He might be good at business or something.

I hired other Jews for the same reason.

I’m really an all-rounder when it comes to races. I hired that Amarosa girl. And After that she went to the news fakers...

But you don’t know. You can’t know how people will behave. The point is I gave people chances.

And they blame me for working on some shady stuff.

Well. That is everybody. Everybody.

People who live in glass houses should remember to not throw stones. I mean, it stands to reason, that if you get a glass window, you don’t throw stuff at it.

And they do. All they pick at, is how people helped me.

HELPED me. They were nice enough to help me, because they liked me. Blame me for that..

People like me.

And if they want to give me help, who am i to turn it down?

Would you?

So what if they were from another country!

Is that a problem for you?

Another example of just how un-racist i am.

But they just pick on that.

And the people that work for me. Some of them are the best. The Best. Then some others go and think how to betray me.

After all i did for them.

All the opportunities i gave them to take it back, to recant what they told the investigators..

they never see they owe me. Because I’m too nice about things.

And everybody forgets what an international presence I am. Everybody likes me.

Even terrible, terrible people, somehow they can’t help but like me.

They smile and shake my hand.

Because they like me. And if people like you, you can start talking business with them.

I make friends everywhere i go.

My wife, my daughter, that’s another thing I’m proud of.

They work hard, and they get respect. They really mean much to those women’s lib girls.

They all know that finally, there are women in the government doing things. I made that happen. Before me, it was all men.

But then those news fakers get things and ridicule them.

Why must things be like this?

Why can’t my time be spent taking care of business?

Businesses. This is what i do.

I’m a self-made man. No one handed me the keys to the kingdom, like that hag in London.

Even that people ridiculed.

I did my best. I really did. Not my fault she didn’t like me.

They even make fun of what i eat!

I mean it’s none of their business I’m crazy about burgers.

Who are they to criticize what i put in my mouth?

That is up to me. Keep things professional and don’t get into petty stuff. All I’m asking. All I ever asked is to get a fair shake.

Not like Obama, who everybody liked, but secretly hated. He made choices, he did things.

The separated babies. That was a hard call. But it’s something i couldn’t help.

We set rules about immigration. And these guys just keep coming.

Why can’t they stay where they came from?!

Can’t they make things nice and pretty over there?

We can make burgers and so could they.

Everybody can make stuff.

So why don’t they?

And then there would be no reason to come over here, and get separated.

And it was not the best. But people forget about mistakes that others made. Like Lincoln starting the first world war.

I just had to deal. Just like him.

Well, I guess i get too

passionate about doing things.

That’s me.

I wish things were different. I wish it was all smoothed out. Like a nice day of golf.

But this is the real world. And sometimes, you face difficulties.

Believe me, it happens.

But I’ll tell you what, I take comfort with one thing:

Someday, everybody will look at all this and they’ll be sorry they didn’t appreciate what they had.

They’ll be sorry. They’ll beg me to return. But I might be doing other things then. More important things.