Today it was
pugilistic. Perhaps this is his approach. A scattershot of outrage and
underperformance and mendacity that numbs the sting of or the ability to concentrate on any one blow. Bang, he’s actually suggested we’d invade
Mexico to the Mexican president. Boom,
he’s hung up mid call with the Australian Prime Minister as if he were a
spoiled kid in boarding school. Bop,
“have you read his official statement on Black History Month?”
Any one of these matters could dominate a new cycle on
anyone else watch. With Donald, we’re
all fatigued. His outrages are no longer
outrageous. He is simple an oozing,
throbbing outrage that spits bile like a volcano coughing up pieces of
lung and other organs that we'd thought were vital. Friends and family send along one
belly flop after another and none of us can believe it. None of us know quite what to do.
This punch drunk quality has me reaching for news update
like some diseased person who keeps drinking water, parched, even though he’s
consumed far more water than he needs.
“More news. What else has
happened? More news!" At least I am only checking a
few major newspapers. In the
pecking-seeds world of twitter, I could check updates on what someone else said about what someone I know of said every minute or so.
Drowning in news and analysis. Hoping that perhaps just now, he’s done
something so outrageous that proper impeachment proceedings have begun. What is it?
Flynn has just put Iran “on notice” after they launched missiles. Nothing in the current agreement prohibits
them from doing so, but immediately one imagines another such perceived
infraction, resulting in a strike on their nuclear facilities. What will we do when it is Trump at war. It's really too horrific to imagine.
Where is the moment?
When will we finally have our “sir, have you no decency” revelation where the country shakes its head and awakens tells him in one voice to go home and never come back? Come the day. Though I fear we have many days to go.
Wednesday, 02/01/17
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