I think about the fact that Donald Trump will be President for our 250th birthday, and it saddens me. There will be a pall over the marble-tiled, gold-leafed celebrations.
The patriotism for show, the shallow pride, the shameless, disgusting manner in which he will make everything about himself. Tone deafness as art form. Ego run amok. There he is: our President. A stooge, a visionless, heartless bridge burner, ignorant of history, old and always vindictive. Aren’t we all so proud?
For all the times that someone has said, “You know, you have to hand it to him…,” as if there’s some aspect of his style, his being, that’s commendable? Stop doing that.
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