We’ve had to learn to live with absurdity the way we live with night and day, or changes in temperature and seasons—stuff that’s just with us as part of our experience of life.
Of course the normalized absurdity is the ongoing scourge known as Donald Trump. Yesterday he was hit with an $83.3 million verdict in the latest E. Jean Carroll defamation case, just another penalty he’ll blow off and delay paying with an appeal, but also another reminder of who the leading Republican candidate for POTUS is.
We as a nation have had to suspend reality for the past 8 years—including the four he was out of office!—because he is a child who cries inside and lashes out when things aren’t going his way, and he insists on having a seat at any table where the lights are glaring and cameras are rolling.
How has he managed to stay relevant and in the good graces of his supporters all this time? Well, the media are still only too happy to cover him, his supporters double down in support of his complaints about witch hunts and disgraces and weaponized justice and victimhood and whatever else the Miller- and Bannon-inspired darkness can conjure. And they just want to own the libs, I hear- the option du jour when it comes to wasting a vote.
People never stop making excuses for him. He’s their guy, come hell or high water or childish outbursts or steady streams of bizarre consciousness that pass for press conferences and rally speeches, or angry 3am tweeting from who knows where.
You’d think at some point he’s just going to succumb to the constant pressure from all the lawsuits and indictments and daily assaults on his name. We should be so lucky. We also shouldn’t be holding our breath, waiting for such a welcome eventuality. Because he seems to live for this crap, like it’s what gets him out of bed in the morning, if he sleeps at all.
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