If, someday, we get to speak of the Trump era in the past tense, will we harbor any regrets, or anger? Or will we be in a rush to move on, as if it never happened—like people who have experienced some level of trauma?
Personally, I have done enough handwringing and reflecting and verbal lashing out to fill what feels like several lifetimes, but it somehow hasn’t been enough to scuttle the nagging feeling that this nation and much of the rest of the world has been and continues to be grievously wronged and deceived, mishandled and ignored, and led down a path strewn with the grievances of a deprived nitwit, a lightweight, out-of-his-element numskull with anger issues who somehow got elected twice to the office of President of the United States.
Donald Trump is the most visible target of our disdain, but of course there are many others: the ones who enabled him and perpetuated the lies, the fellow impostors and sycophants he nominated for high-profile jobs, the people at the Heritage Foundation who were probably only too happy to have such a needy narcissist in place to mold and shape and feed off the bottom for them.
At numerous points along the way, we should have seen and heard enough to discount any hint of seriousness he might have been able to generate. It’s not like there weren’t signs of trouble from the beginning, when he made his grand, over-the-top entrance. That in itself should have been a tip-off. Maybe even enough to dissuade.
Instead, then came making fun of a disabled reporter, the “shithole countries” commentary, along with the misogynistic pablum about how celebrities can get away with all sorts of stuff, and he somehow managed to achieve sainthood among his loyal base.
It’s been all downhill ever since, not unlike the direction of that f*#!ing escalator.
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