I came across a Facebook post the other day that cuts to the chase, with regard to how I feel about Donald Trump. It’s a summation of what has really been at the root of my disgust all along.
The sentence that really resonates is one that I almost shouted “Amen!” to: “It (this person’s opposition to Trump) has everything to do with my identity as a decent person.”
I’m no angel, and my intent is not to put myself on a pedestal in place of Trump, but I also reject… “the bigotry, misogyny, and racism that permeate his rhetoric and actions; and his obnoxious and thoroughly disgusting demeanor that does not embody the principles, values, or true spirit of America.”
That’s it. That’s what, perhaps, so many of us feel is at the core of our collective angst. It’s all about who Trump is at his core, and the very troubling fact that he has ascended to the pinnacle of public life in this country. He is who the world sees. He is the one who so feebly and often embarrassingly speaks for America, represents us on the world stage. He is not who we are, or who most of us aspire to be.
Donald fucking Trump, of all people, has railroaded enough public sentiment to bamboozle his way to a return to the White House, and now he gets to try to finish what he started the last time he was there!
Cue the head in hands and the gaze toward the heavens, because most of us are still waiting for some sort of divine intervention, and Trump ain’t that.
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