You aren’t dead yet, are you? So what are you bitching about? That’s the gist of the latest posts from right-wing double-domes Eli Lake and Ross Douthat, who sound pathetically grateful that they haven’t yet suffered personal beatdowns from the Donald. “If we’re nice he probably won’t hit us.”
No president has ever told as many disgusting, vicious lies in office as Trump has in the space of a hundred days. No administration has been so openly xenophobic since the WWI-era hysteria directed first at Germans and then all foreign-born. Jeff Sessions, our attorney general, is a deeply repulsive man, though not nearly so much as his master. Trump has already made a mockery and a shambles of the legislative process, desperately seeking “wins” on wildly incoherent proposals snatched out of thin air that, if enacted, would prove either impossible or disastrous to implement, or both.
Right now, the Trump Administration resembles nothing so much as a drunken Goliath surrounded by a horde of desperate pacifiers/enablers. “Here’s a kitten, Donald. You like kittens, don’t you?” For the most powerful nation of the world to be “led” by a 250-pound 2-year-old is not a good thing. And I don’t think I should be “grateful” to be alive.
