The People’s Billionaire – Donald J. Trump

President, Donald J. Trump has stepped out of his world of a lavish and indulgent lifestyle to join the world of the working-class man, the silent majority who have been treated unfairly for decades. He has laid it all on the line for a country he loves dearly, the United States of America. His goal is to give back to the country which has given he and his family so much and bring the needed change in order that many others would have the same opportunity to achieve their dreams.

The political class, the “establishment,” and the media bias against President Trump has been incredible and unending. But could that be the very reason – the blatant onslaughts against him – that people are waking up, helping them to choose him over her? The crowds at his rallies (compared to hers) were indicative of how the American people voted on election day. He is now President Donald J. Trump.


About Rochelle

D.N.A. of a P.K. – My Story Born and raised in coastal Georgia, I had the distinct privilege of coming up in a home of ‘CHURCH FOLK.’ I was considered a PK; many of you know the term translates as ‘Preacher’s Kid.’ My beginnings were, in appearance, a life of luxury and prestige. Other kids looked up to the PKs and pretty much followed their lead. Why not? They were the best examples, right? Not so fast! Preachers’ children are not always the epitome of all that is holy and good by any stretch of the imagination. I would be remiss if I did not include that Preachers are not always the epitome of all that is holy and good. In many cases, just the opposite. For me personally, the preacher I knew was a monster in a suit or clergy robe. Between the age of 3 yrs -14 yrs old, I was in church 3-4 times a week, for 4-5 hours at a time. (black church, y’all. Some of you can relate). With all of that… I never saw Christ in the home. How sad is that? I left the home… or should I say, the home left me. You see, I was managed quite well. Oh, I was provided shelter, food, clothing (second hand clothes while the preacher and first lady wore the finest). We rode in the finest cars; the church took great care of the pastor and his family. Much was provided… yet much was lacking. Darkness lurched in many corners of that home. I would encourage each of you to visit the sister blog for the 3 part series of my story... beginning with D.N.A. of a PK -