Trump is President, but that doesn’t mean we have to like it.
He’d prefer our allegiance, or is it our obeisance? Actually, it doesn’t matter what we think or how we feel about him. He doesn’t care, because he lives in a bubble teeming with ass-kissers and other sycophants who feed him compliments and manufactured information about how great he’s doing, how much everyone loves him. Imagine that.
This is how far we’ve fallen. Our country, our governmental workings, our reputation in the world—all of it is in the hands of an empty-souled land baron and an alien billionaire who have never grown up, alongside a collection of cynical, shadowy, fearful, glass-half-empty dissidents who want to reshape America into an amalgam of ignorance, paranoia, isolationism, racism, feudalism, and faux-Christian Aryanism.
The damage being visited on us now is going to take a long time to fix, if at all. And to think we might have been able to avoid this– or perhaps only postpone it?– if certain people along the way had seen the writing on the wall, instead of so intently hanging onto Trump’s coattails.
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