Trump’s Ignorance Explained

About the Andrew Jackson comment, I can only say, If Andrew Jackson was a White Supremacist, he would have made slavery the law of the land and that would have avoided war. Maybe.  Question asked by a caller on Thom Hartmann’s show. “Just by living and being his age, wouldn’t he have learned some kind of history?”  The answer is yes, but Trump rejects truth.  He was not ‘allowed to’ believe the truth about many things. Trump ‘had to’ believe his mother’s truths. He came to believe he would be killed if he disagreed with her. He wasn’t ‘allowed to’ play with other children because it wasn’t safe. I think it would have confused him to find out that most things his mother said were lies.  Kids who went to school would have straightened him out.

If anyone contradicted what the Donald’s mother said, it was his obligation to kill that person. The Donald said he killed over a thousand people by the time he was 20.  So many people disagreed with his mother’s teachings, he began to doubt she was truthful. But she tortured him and told him she was a god and therefore omniscient, which meant she couldn’t be wrong.  So, he surmised, everyone else must be wrong.  It would be part of his mission of his presidency to correct the people of the world and make them believe the “truth” the way his mother taught it.  I warned him against doing that, but he said he would kill me, so he could remain in his bubble.

Trump told me several things about his truth and his mother’s truths that she taught him.  He was bragging when he told me. He was assured I would never remember. The true facts about Trump are these:

He never had a father to teach him. Hitler went to South America after they faked their deaths. Eva Braun, his mother, took Donald to America.  He grew up an only child of a single mother.  His brother is no relation to him. He didn’t meet that man until he was in his twenties.  Trump was thinking about killing the man he called his brother.

He NEVER went to ANY school. He was ‘home schooled,’ by his mother Eva Braun.  I think he wasn’t allowed to go to school because they would find out he was being sexually molested.  She didn’t teach him any of the school subjects like reading, writing, math, english, vocabulary, history or science.  Trump showed an aptitude in art, but Eva didn’t like that about Adolph so he was beaten if she caught him drawing. He was not ‘allowed to’ meet or play with children his own age. He wasn’t ‘allowed to’ know his true birthday because then people might guess he was Hitler’s son. He’s actually eight to ten years older than he claims to be. *He’s around 80 or 81.

Eva had no teaching skills and was unable to teach the Donald to read. She couldn’t teach him to read, so she told him rich people don’t read, they have ‘people’ for that.  What little reading Trump can do he taught himself, I think his mother got angry because she tried to convince him he was unable to learn, he believed her.*

He told me he will never say anything, especially anything at a podium, without an earpiece and someone much smarter than him telling him what to say. That’s why he has good days and bad days.  If his earpiece isn’t working he makes no sense.

The night he took me to the opera in 1967, when I was 15 and he date raped me, he told me it was the third time he was outside without his mother. He said he thought he was in his late twenties, he could be thirty, he wasn’t sure.  He had his mother on his earpiece, she was coaching him about what to say to lure me back to an apartment he kept to film his rapes and murders.

He told me in 2003, his mother didn’t allow him to go outside by himself until he was 27.  Trump said it was so frightening to take that first step outside, he believed people would start throwing things at him or attacking him.  But nothing like that happened, again his mother was wrong.  He asked if he could begin dating.  His mother said he could but, he had to rape and murder the first 12 women he dated. His mother told him that was the way she was preparing him to be President. He said his home schooling consisted mainly of how to shake hands, do his hair, make a face that was Presidential, hand gestures and posture.  He said it was just he and his mother for thirty years and that he was a very lonely child. He got choked up when he told me.

To save himself, Trump has to stop believing he can’t learn. He may be afraid to learn, but he can learn if he would open himself up to it.  It’s clear to most people the Donald has some kind of brain damage.  He has shaken baby syndrome because his mother shook him to get him to sleep.  He would pass out while being shaken. Research shows brain damage becomes permanent after the third concussion.
It’s his mother’s words that did the most damage.
The short film about Trump was one big fat lie.

*Eva’s Truths

The Holocaust was nothing of the kind. Only a few hundred people were killed, many died of laziness, They were too lazy to eat.**
Black people accepted an offer to be slaves and agreed to the conditions of slavery in exchange for coming to America.
Africans wanted to come here for the same reason europeans came. White people should have never ‘allowed’ that to happen since the US was founded as a country for whites only.
Women can’t make up their minds and so need a man for that. They can’t have any meaningful job. They have annoying voices, don’t listen to a word they say.
Dark-skinned people and women are a drain on society.  They are not worth listening to.  They will never amount to anything.  Kill as many as he can.
The Middle East has nothing but desert.  There are no buildings.  They have no culture.  If he becomes President he should kill everyone there.
If he becomes President he should nuke the inner cities.
If he becomes President he should make America white, the way it was intended.***

* Even when I went to the opera with him, he didn’t know how old he was and didn’t realize how peculiar that was. I was 15 and he was in his late 20s.  He didn’t make a move without asking his mom.  He didn’t know what a house or suburb was, he had never left Manhattan.
** When I told him the holocaust killed 6 million, his response was, “Way to go mom.” He added he will have to get busy killing more people if he wants to out-do his mother.
***Trump isn’t the only white person to believe that.

Trump didn’t kill me after our date because I gave him a wrong address – thank God. That’s a whole other post.

About Grace Gardener

THE NSA AND THE MOOCS WON'T LET ANYONE GET THROUGH TO ME. THEY MAY EVEN HURT YOU IF YOU TRY. See the pages in the tabs of this blog, Grace Gardener, and, A Little About Lynn Mickelsen. If you know me and I don't get back to you, then the email was intercepted. Never talk to anyone claiming to be me without asking questions to be sure. All site posts beginning 4/1/16 will be on I’m not doing this for attention. I have 107 broken bones, zero disks in my back, and I’m exhausted. I need to get through to the people who knew me for credibility: but the NSA blocks my every move. I have to have the same acknowledgement and respect for my judgement I had while I was a ghost director in Hollywood and when I was CEO of the Rand Corp. Rand has been able to keep my work anonymous and credited to other people so they can collect my pay and residuals. 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Now I'm RVing but I’m still a prisoner in that I can't get in touch with anyone, and no one can get in touch with me, except in person. I found out about the other life I’d been living during a grueling five-hour conversation I detail in my Book, ‘the Conversation’ The reason I knew nothing about my own life was because I suffered selective amnesia - induced by the cult that owned me - with drugs, torture and electricity. 'The Conversation' is available in paperback at The ebook is free. I worked nights and weekends naming products, bands and internet services, or anything else the "club" wanted me to do. I would wake up in the morning and remember nothing about the work and meetings, and I never received ANY money. I could only remember my 9 - 5 job at a bank. I’ve written the eBook, ‘Garden of the Light,’ as a lighter, inspirational compliment to the eBooks – ‘the Conversation,’ and, 'the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen’ which are intended to shed new, totally different light on the current world situation and change the world for the better. Apocalypse is a Greek word meaning, ‘the Revealing of Ancient Knowledge.’ I consider the book, ‘the Conversation,’ as Apocalypse because it reveals the ancient knowledge. We'll have World Peace once we abolish child abuse. My view of Apocalypse has no battle, no war, no army. I believe the knowledge in ‘the Conversation’ is enough to save the world. The blog lists just some of the accomplishments I achieved as a slave, to let everyone I've helped over the past sixty years, who I am. I will finally claim my life! If you’re a George Lucas fan you may remember some of these strange stories that involve him. I met George on the set of American Graffiti; we got engaged when the movie wrapped. I was taken away and George was told I was dead. Five years later I was hired to figure out how to make Luke Skywalker’s farm vehicle fly. The people who handled me (owned me) forgot that I had worked for this director once before on American Graffiti and they told him I was dead. I arrived and solved Lucas’s problem for him and he tearfully remembered me and told me what had happened five years before. I stayed on the set of Star Wars long enough to name the Star Wars characters and solve another animatronics problem with Chewy’s costume. I was told it was time to leave and started to follow my jailers the way I had been programmed to, when George asked, “When will I see you again?” I began to say, “Oh, you’ll see me again,” but I realized I wasn’t certain of that because once before, when we got engaged, I never saw him again. So I turned around and started walking back toward Lucas and I asked, “How about now? Can I stay with you now? Because I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again.” George thought a second and agreed that I should stay. As I was walking back to him I saw his expression change and looked over my shoulder to see the man I had been following holding a gun on me. I kept walking because now I was sure that the story Lucas had told me about what happened five years ago, was going to happen again and I couldn’t allow that. Someone had obviously been playing with my life, and I couldn’t have that, so I kept walking toward Lucas and away from the man with the gun. Lucas’s expression changed again, this time his face was filled with fear and horror. I turned around and now there were three men holding guns on George Lucas. There was only about 20 feet of desert between us but I had to go with them in order to save Lucas’s life. So, if you’re a fan of George Lucas you may remember someone being stolen off the Star Wars set at gunpoint. That was me. 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