Donald Trump is on a downward spiral and it appears he can’t reverse the spin.
Just when we might think we’ve seen it all—as this applies to the depths to which he so willingly plummets—The Donald outdoes himself and uncovers another circle of Hell in which to reside for a bit.
We’ve left embarrassing in the rearview mirror. It’s moving quickly toward self-immolation anymore. Trump looks weary, he’s perennially angry and clueless, acting more like a child every day. He’s saying things, threatening annexation of Canada again, frustrated by events in Iran, issuing insane tweets left and right, more energized by arches and ballrooms and UFC preparations than being mindful of the condition of the nation he’s supposed to be leading.
Meanwhile, many of us are still, somehow, summoning incredulity, wondering where Congress has gone—especially its Republican membership—and if it will ever mount viable opposition to this wholesale abandonment of reason and responsibility.
We’re watching a person who cannot grasp the solemnity of any moment continue on some sort of rampage, fixated on fluff and superficiality, totally self-involved, deceived into thinking that people love when he speaks.
How on earth can we let this go on?
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