I’ve been told by a person whose opinion I value that I’m a miserable person who’s let Donald Trump take up residence in my head. It’d be easy to blame my admittedly un-rosy disposition on Trump, but of course he’s just one ingredient—though one at the beginning of the list—in the witch’s brew of items that have pecked away at my attitudes and world view.
Between Trump and my drifting away from the Christian faith that had offered at least something of an anchor for most of my life, I’ll admit to feeling more than a bit angry and lost. There are other things, too, but those are more personal and not things that belong in a public space like this, at least not in this entry.
I’ve written ad nauseam about Trump because he is such an unwelcome anomaly in our collective life. The suggestion of not letting him live rent free in my head is easier said than done. It’s not like he stayed on TV and hosted his contrived show, which was much easier to dismiss and ignore. No, he decided to get into politics and bludgeon his way into the national conversation, inject his ugly persona and polluted thinking and twisted aspirations that passed for policy and know-how and were embraced by millions who still think he’s something akin to the Second Coming of Christ.
I will not—cannot—stop commenting on Trump, mostly because it’s been his decision to enter an arena which invites and requires a reaction, and pushback. It’s not easy to just ignore him and try to live my life as if he doesn’t exist– he will soon be President of the United States again! He’s invited himself into the arena of public discourse and opinion and scrutiny. Because of who and what he is and represents, I feel driven to offer a dissenting voice.
On occasion, I may take the next step and write a letter for publication in the Op-Ed section of the local paper. But until then, this blog is where I practice, where I refine my prose and style, and hone my use of words that, hopefully, some day, find their mark.
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