The Debris Field Is Large

Epstein. Iran.

Has it settled in yet, or has it finally dawned on us that we should be incensed, outraged, and mad as hornets?

The person taking up space in the Oval Office unilaterally gave the order to tear down the East Wing of the White House.

It’s not his house! Kudos to the judge who said as much and ordered a stop to the construction of Trump’s damned ballroom.

Someday, many of us will have an epiphany. It will cause feelings. Strong feelings, perhaps. Maybe these will come out of left field, maybe they will be mere reminders of something we’ve known all along: Donald Trump is a flaming narcissist, a hot mess of a moron with stunted moral development and a wickedly skewed set of values.

In short… he’s massively unfit to be President of the United States.

How could anyone—ever—think he would be the one to introduce straight talk and common-sense insight to governance in the nation’s capital? Because he was a good businessman? Laughable. Because he talked a good game and why not give him a chance? He’s been given an inch and he’s taken a million miles.

Because he wasn’t really a Washington insider, a politician? That may be the most laughable idea of them all.

Extensive damage has been done. The whole East Wing debacle may crack the Top Ten List of the 500 or 1000 most insane actions and statements that have warped our collective psyche since Trump took office the first time.

Meanwhile, Mike Johnson and the rest of the servile flatterers stand by and applaud a flatulent pile of protoplasm, apparently indifferent to democracy withering on the vine.

Iran. Epstein.