Trump
A Complaint
We are inundated daily with the nightmare of this administration, a moment in American history that is both high cartoon and low apocalypse. It’s hard to know where to look anymore, surrounded as we are by train wrecks. We are literally on the trains.
I need somewhere to put my thoughts, a place to dump the brain plague that infects those of us with brains. So, here it comes, sorry about that. This is my place.
Feel free to join me —the people in my life are attempting a silence is golden/head in the sand approach, which is probably much healthier, but I’m more likely to find succor in a festival of commiseration.
I will now lay out the complaints that have risen to the top on this November evening.
- Him. Just the fact of him. His hue, his swagger, his bluster and bombast. His ill-gotten gains, his tinker toy empire, his grasping blonde progeny. His arrogance, ignorance, petulance, and pomp.
- Every single one of his appointments. Every supporter, every defender, every apologist. Each and every shadow.
- All of the tweets. Every single one. The very fact of the tweets.
- The complete lack of curiosity, intellect, pragmatism and prudence. The absence of discretion, tact, wisdom, truth and caution.
- The wreckage that is left after a lie of an election, the rubble of democracy, the partisan games over foreign involvement. The tiptoe dance of the press, right and left, right then left, as they try to blunder blindly through this chapter.
- The unapologetic hatred. The way it feels to be a woman in this world. The way it must feel to be almost anyone in this world. The profound stupidity and/or ignorance that must have been necessary to imagine this world.
- The face of the United States in the eyes of everyone else. The greedy grinning bully face of this, our United States of America, after eight hopeful years of what I had foolishly believed to be progress.
- The unbearable sadness of history and our pathetic lack of attention.
- The maddening false equivalencies. No, fellow lefties — Barack was not as bad as Bush. NO, Hill is not the same as DT.
- That moment in the morning, upon waking, when I remember. And my heart sinks. And the disappointment rises.
- The Arctic. The bears. The oil.
- Every. Single. Appointment.
- Nukes.
- The lies and the lies and the neverending pile-up of lies.
It’s time for more indictments, the waiting is agony. The sun is leaving, the demanding holidays are breathing down our necks. It’s #MuellerTime.
