The ridiculousness will continue unabated every day, and we will continue turning up our noses and shaking our heads and at some level putting up with it, because it feels like no amount of disgust and revilement ever truly matters.
This is the way it’s been since 2015, since those halcyon days when we might have held out the slimmest hope that Donald Trump would surprise us and actually rise to the occasion. It didn’t take long to realize this wasn’t going to happen, or that it was already too late.
It didn’t stop people from raising red flags, trying to warn the general public of the folly of believing the guy. It hasn’t stopped certain networks and an army of pundits and stand-up comics from daily ragging on him and belittling him for bad hair and cankles and ugly hands and too much bronzer—the kind of stuff we resorted to when we were in 3rd grade.
More substantive critique has been plentiful, but it hasn’t really moved the needle toward Congressional disgust and a visceral resolve to rid us of the source of so much pain and pestilence.
Trump is getting worse by the day, so the slightest whiff of malfeasance should set off alarms that lead to denying him, his human printer, and the rest of the misfits any more traction.
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