The alarms have been sounding for a while now, but just since the beginning of the new year, there has been a whirlwind of activity. Well, more a cyclone of debauchery and nonsense. The human refuse pile we know as Donald Trump is ratcheting up the insanity, which, incredibly, is still possible after all the ratcheting that’s already been done. Whether or not this has anything to do with distracting from a focus on the Epstein files is anyone’s guess, but either way we find ourselves as a country dealing with historical and hysterical (not funny) possibilities, maybe even eventualities.
Threatening to invoke the Insurrection Act, assuming the Presidency of two nations when he can’t handle one, threatening Greenland with annexation and worse, jeopardizing our relationships with Canada, Mexico, western Europe and our membership in NATO, gaslighting all of us with a rush to judgment regarding the circumstances surrounding the killing of Renee Good. And to top things off, Trump’s willingness to accept the Nobel Peace Prize from the person who actually won it. All since January 1. All unilaterally.
The hedge against further decay and dereliction of duty is a blue wave in November, but that is still ten months away. There is no guarantee that Trump and the brain trust around him won’t have sufficiently tilted the playing field and sabotaged the voting apparatus by then, or even tried to cancel the elections. That they will try is a sure bet.
We can’t wait until November. Congress has to act out all those euphemisms we toss around—grow a pair, grow a backbone, etc.—and stand up to Trump, hand him a few losses. Now. That ought to really mess with his already fragile sense of himself, deflate the balloon of invincibility that has held him aloft for way too long already, piss him off to the point of attempting something so rash that no one will indulge him any longer.
One has to hope that even Republican loyalists will finally have had enough of Trump and Miller and Vought and Vance and the god-awful direction they are trying to take this country. Maybe clear-headedness will yet prevail, and someone will finally look into the the price of eggs.
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