Insufferable

The definitive Trump slam. We know who he is, what he’s up to. All that’s left is to make him go away.

Trouble is, it’s hardly just him. He’s the tip of the iceberg, or the spear. The Dark Side has had a lot of years of practice and prep, licking its wounds, learning from its missteps, taking care of the paperwork and the legalese and the strategy. Methodically undermining and handicapping and anticipating, cutting off avenues of recourse, and always looking for loopholes. Fucking loopholes.

Most upstanding citizens leave well enough alone. Rules are rules, and for the sake of peace and good order, most will abide by them. But not Trump, of course. Rules don’t apply to him, just everyone else. Oh yes, he’s such a rebel.

We wake up in the morning to a new day. The birds sing, the sun rises even behind the clouds. But another constant is the eventual realization that another day in Trump World has also begun, and this is a heavy load to bear—knowing that an elected leader who, for some reason, people trusted, is going to spend another day abusing his privileges, somehow betraying the nation, pulling the rug out from under somebody while enriching himself, and all the while appearing to revel in it.

How sick can he get?