I apologize for lingering on this, but it finds its way onto my radar just about every day, and it’s growing increasingly infuriating and unacceptable. I feel like I need to write until I stumble onto the exact proper turns of phrase, somehow capturing the essence of my anger and dis-ease.
In a couple words, It’s Donald Trump. In addition, it’s the apparent willingness of most Republican members of Congress to back him up, to go along with his insidious emptiness and have the temerity to double down on embracing the mob boss chic.
It has been difficult to shake the feeling that Mike Johnson and the rest are morphing into biblically illiterate zombies, on some sort of mission to remake America into a place where no sane person would want to live: an isolated dystopia, an ecological disaster, a bleak, miserable landscape characterized by poverty and prejudice and negligence, ruled by a handful of owned, misguided fish out of water and an angry, judgmental God.
How hateful and un-American are they willing to get? We appear to be on the road to find out.
Who the hell can be excited about celebrating our 250th birthday? What is there to get excited about, right now? What are we celebrating? Will we be told what we should be celebrating?
Who, and what, are we?!
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