Donald J. Trump has become a larger than life figure since the pandemic. The spirit airlines shut down reveals another trait of his personalities — conservative and always placing his upbrings front and centre. In 2017 I traveled to Britain for global experience project of which I was selected. Then I traveled in Europe and went back to China. My parents were very friendly to me. Then I flew back to London, UK staying for one night in a hotel. I was isolated and alienated during the time. I opened my luggage and found the snacks my parents bought me. They told me to give them to the artist, Isaac Julien. I called him. His assistant answered saying he was away in Greece. I hung up the phone. I found myself all hot and red with anger inside my body and on my face. I felt disrespected. I think I proceeded to message him on emails. Then I walked about London alone checking out various exhibitions at the Barbican, etc. I walked. And my feet hurt. In the night I called an uber eats dinner. It was Thai food. The delivery driver came. He was brown or Indian holding out the food to give it to me. I felt bad again suffocated by the class warfare and class-full society in London, United Kingdom. I ate the curry (it’s curry or pad Thai probably) sent by the Uber Eats filled with resentment and vengeful feelings of racial hatred. I gulped the delicious meals down while feeling the bitter tears come up in my eyes all stingy. Suddenly I could remember I thought about Donald J. Trump in the midst of race and class conflicts. He was the president at the time. I checked the news on my phone. He was reported on the news. I felt safe again after seeing his face full of racists emotions. Now I knew I was in a way not gonna be hurt by local politics but insulated by Donald J. Trump’s international politics and personality branded as money-seeking globalism. At the lunchtime I ate in the hotel. It was a small restaurant. They asked me to sit at the end. I sat at the very end with my back facing the rest of people who were dining there. I could hear them talking in British English. The food was simple. The restaurant was packed. I felt angry however, easily mistaken as humiliation because I knew I had diseases which gave me a flush of heat whenever I became emotional, angry or upset. My diseases were only adjusted by the Chinese medicine they gave me before I moved to Canada from China in 2010 August. The medicine were liquid packed in medium sized plastic bag. I brought some when I moved. Then I drank them up. Since then I haven’t had any. I took the airplane flying back to Toronto, Canada. It was all west jet I think. Isaac Julien didn’t message me back. That’s what I think anyway. But I did get to have wifi onboard. The recent spirit airlines fiasco reminded me of these incidents in the past where I was almost involved in some sort of conflicts of which it got resolved all by itself. I realized soon it’s about airlines, blockade and Donald J. Trump. It’s about conquest. It’s about lives lived. Etc.