Of all the posts I’ve written in the last year or two, a healthy percentage have been ones based on the daily writing prompt. Overall, though, I’d venture that most of the others are somehow related to Donald Trump or his administration.

I’m not fascinated with the guy, or the motley crew that populates his inner circle. I’d say it’s more a fixation, a revulsion thing, more reactive than a function of curiosity or genuine interest.

In the beginning, after the election of 2016, there was a period of disbelief and then a long stretch of WTF. Since November of 2024, it’s been more WTF but also this unshakeable feeling of astonishment, almost stunned disbelief, that so many people were convinced enough to vote him into office a second time. They couldn’t listen to him or look at him and come away thinking, “Nah, not this time.” Instead it was, again, “Yup, give me some of that.”

They bought into the victim schtick, the whole manufactured fear and “dark times in America” ruse, and the “only I can fix it” BS. They apparently believed in him even after he made all the promises and proceeded to keep few of them—other than the ones about immigration and tariffs.

His coarseness and ignorance are selling points, somehow giving him the air of an “everyman,” even as he and his children and in-laws exist in rarified air and grift to their hearts’ content, on our dime. What’s worse is that so many either like Project 2025 and where it is taking us, or they refuse to look closer and learn what this manifesto actually means for the country.

Apologies for letting this guy get in my head, but I feel like this is my contribution to the resistance—constant scrutiny and trying to find the words that plum the depths of my revulsion for such a lying sack of shit and the suck-ups riding his coattails.

Increasingly, Trump seems like a foil, rambling on about grass, plugging Scott’s Miracle-Gro, singing the praises of the fine granite or marble or whatever it is they’re using on the new helipad. Meanwhile, Project 2025 continues to inform the ranks, Iran is a quagmire, construction can resume on the ballroom/bunker, thanks to a stay from the Supreme Court, the cost of living is high, people are getting sick from diseases and maladies that need not enjoy the resurgence they’re currently experiencing.

And who knows what they’re up to regarding the midterm elections? Trump appears not to care about them, but from what various pundits are saying, the people around Trump are a bit more concerned and are wondering why he isn’t.

Maybe he doesn’t care because the fix is in and enough is being done already to sabotage things. Or maybe he sees a blue wave on the horizon and he’s putting all his eggs in the bunker basket, with a plan to barricade himself and direct the attendant civil unrest after he gives word to his goon squads to wreak havoc and sow some chaos.

Or maybe he and Mitch McConnell are planning a play date, if Natalie approves. Who knows?

It pays to be watching him and the inner circle like a hawk.

Imagine how much attention is paid to making sure the distractions keep on coming. I’m surprised there isn’t a DOGE-like effort to refresh the daily list of ways Trump and the rest can lead us down the next rabbit hole while they burn another bridge or sabotage the next agency that’s been doing necessary work but suddenly finds itself somehow irrelevant and too costly to fund.

Silly me. There’s already a blueprint for that.

He’s filthy rich, allegedly. He’s 80 years old, and appears to want to remain in the Oval Office for the rest of his life.

Why?

It’s obviously not because he loves his job and loves America and is such a fan of playing by the rules. So maybe it has something to do with what awaits him when he can’t play President and utter decrees from behind the Resolute Desk any longer.

One would think that much in the way of litigation and criminal prosecution await him, for starters. Of course, he has a knack for stringing things out, tying things up in court, so he’ll probably engage in that for a good part of whatever life he has left after shitting on just about everything and everybody since 2015.

Something that may keep him up at night is a fear of all the chickens coming home to roost. He hasn’t exactly been careful when it comes to burning bridges. I wonder if his “human printer” has to accompany him to the bathroom for his late-night tweet storms.

It’s a shame he’ll continue to get Secret Service protection, unless someone turns the table and withdraws it just to spite. Sorry, Donald, you evoke next to no sympathy.

You’re a true rotter, because unlike the Grinch, you are unrepentant, maybe even unredeemable.

The ridiculousness will continue unabated, and we will continue turning up our noses and shaking our heads and at some level putting up with it, because it feels like no amount of disgust and revilement ever truly matters.

This is the way it’s been since 2015, since those halcyon days when we might have held out the slimmest hope that Donald Trump would surprise us and actually rise to the occasion. It didn’t take long to realize this wasn’t going to happen, or that it was already too late.

It didn’t stop people from raising red flags, trying to warn the general public of the folly of believing the guy. It hasn’t stopped certain networks and an army of pundits and stand-up comics from daily ragging on him and belittling him for bad hair and cankles and ugly hands and too much bronzer—the kind of stuff we resorted to when we were in 3^rd grade.

More substantive critique has been plentiful, but it hasn’t really moved the needle toward Congressional disgust and a visceral resolve to rid us of the source of so much pain and pestilence.

Trump is getting worse by the day, so the slightest whiff of malfeasance should set off alarms that lead to denying him, his “human printer” and the rest of the misfits any more traction.