When Momma passed, she left my brother and me some stock at the blue chip oil company my Daddy spent his life working for.  They bought the stock little by little as the small family-owned oil company grew to a giant blue chip monster that went public and quit having Christmas parties for the employees kids and large company picnics at the beach and where the owner and his family knew almost every name of their employees.

Momma and Daddy sent their kids to college on the dividends the stock paid. Momma hoped that her beautiful new great grandchildren could go to college on her stocks.

They closed the markets this morning.  When Momma passed it was worth $82 a share.  This morning it was worth $15.  Thanks, Trump. Your erratic behavior and the fact that no one can trust a word you say caused the markets to tank.

The only comfort I can take is that you hurt your rich friends a lot more than you hurt me.  And that Momma hated you. I am very certain that she’s already told Sweet Jesus about those babies at the border. So, heads up, Buddy.