Trump energy

Are you sick of these?

Because I never tire of them. Even though they're somewhat repeat-y. It's the sort of thing that usually turns me off, but this is the first time in my life that I've ever found a politician interesting. Lastingly so.

Comment:

I have never seen any President enjoy giving speeches like this man. He is in his element when he is out and talking to every day normal citizens. He thrives on it and it keeps him young! Gives him energy. He feeds off our support. And he always talks about God. 

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IMO…that is because President Trump gets a re-charge from every rally he schedules. For the same reason #MAGA watches his rallies……he get’s the same from us.

Oh man. I had that happen once. Only once in my whole life. It went like this:

There I was minding my own biz wax, as usual. And the people who run the annual United Way campaign approached me with a request. They knew I had sold a couple of paintings in the Egyptian style to the Federal Reserve Bank, Denver, and they knew I had painted several in previous years for their United Way campaign. It had become a regular thing, and here they are again.

I went straight home after work and did it. It took half an hour.

This time I painted the loveliest simple thing. At the time I was curious how Egyptians would paint the fingers on a flute, if Egyptians had a modern flute. They did have a double reed flute and I knew how they painted those fingers, all ten fingers for both flutes. But what about a modern flute, or a piccolo held sideways at the mouth. Their fingers would look like exaggerated long boneless worms both covering holes in the flute and lifted upward from the holes.

So, I poured a plaster with shredded currency in it, the plaster dries very quickly and I paint on it still wet, and drew the flute and the fingers with a fine paintbrush. Attached the hands to arms, attached the arms to a torso, then drew a head, filled out the necklace.

But it looked stupid.

So I drew another one on top of it in the opposite direction and another one in the opposite direction below it.

Now it has a sweeping back and forth musicality to it. And with a pixie haircut it doesn't look all that Egyptian except for the style, the eyes and the necklace, the antiquing, and the layered matting and framing that makes it look like a museum piece. As usual. It's a style that's consistent.

In the weeks preceding the drawing, the bank put the framed picture on an easel outside the elevator in front of the cafeteria.

The cafeteria is like an elegant downtown restaurant that's subsidized. The bank prefers their employees to stay put for lunch. They also offer breakfast. And employees take their two breaks there too. So each employee filed past that painting a few times each day for two weeks.

I loved seeing that thing there.

The drawing had prizes more significant than this; a trip for two to anywhere in continental U.S. with airfare and accommodations, car rental, etc. 

The day of the drawing the cafeteria was filled to capacity with employees standing all around. Packed, actually. Almost everyone was there. Some 400+ employees, I think. 

There was a lot of applause for the winners for each thing, the drawing for this painting was last, but when the winner for this painting was called every single person in the room said, "Oh." 

"Oh," in different ways. All kinds of "Ohs" 

Oh, it's not me, and Oh damn, and Oh I know her, and Oh, she's lucky, and Oh, I missed it and Oh, she's going to love it, and Oh, I never win, and Oh, hurray and Oh, shit. 

That "O" sound in all different voices all at once formed an energy that filled the large room passed through it, through me. I was standing on the outside rim observing. The O-energy was in a very literal sense a physical thing, a palpable thing that came at me, hit me, and passed through my body. I know what I felt. Don't even question me, I know what I felt. Accept my truth, sound has energy, and this was positive energy. Very positive energy,  and momentarily it filled my entire body to capacity as it passed through, and in that moment and the moments after I had enough energy to paint ten more paintings in sequence. For me, that was very rewarding. 

Turns out the woman who won it was not present. She was upstairs working. 

Her co-workers rushed upstairs to her and told her that her name had been drawn for the painting. They told me that she put her hands to face, put her head on the desk and shook crying. 

The next day going about the bank doing my biz wax again my path crossed her work area and she approached me and told me that she had told her close coworkers that she wished she could win that painting but knew that she wouldn't because she's never wins anything. She was pessimistic, still she imagined if she would win it she'd know exactly where to put it.

"In the garage?" 

"No!"

"The attic?"

"No!"

I was teasing.

"Front and center in my living room."

It was a very high compliment. So I agree with this commenter who says Trump gets energized by the crowds he attracts. I can see that. I can feel that. I feel that single event all over again.

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