Besides a gag reflex, the picture of Trump and Melania standing in the shadow of Mt. Rushmore evoked a certain yearning for the days, long gone, when I felt blind patriotism. To see the two of them standing there pretty much destroyed any remnants of that vibe.
There was dictatorship and Stephen Miller in the air, and the feeling that here was a shell of a man and his trophy wife, impostors both, reveling in the latest photo op and the adoration of 7500 maskless lemmings. No patriotism, just revulsion and a certain sadness.
Did you know that Gutzon Borglum was big into the KKK? Looks like 2020 is the year of pulling back the curtain. What else are we going to learn about our “exceptional” nation?
