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Kruscontrol has gone quiet since the election. My diagnosis is that it’s the result of some toxic combination of depression and resignation. There always seemed to be something funny to say about Donald Trump the flawed candidate, Donald Trump the bankrupt businessman, Donald Trump the criminal defendant, and Donald Trump the convicted felon. Mockery seemed appropriate for someone who—I believed—would be a passing fancy and an unfortunate but brief footnote in the history of this nation.
But the thought of Donald Trump ruling this nation for four more years just makes me sick to my stomach. Sick that a majority of the electorate could be so stupid, so short-sighted and duped, so WRONG, to anoint this charlatan, this autocrat, this clear-and-present danger. Like a prisoner sentenced to four years, today I will start counting down the days till he is gone, tomorrow crossing off 3 years and 364 days, the day after 3 years and 363 days, etc. All this assuming, of course, that he chooses to leave after four years.
On this inauguration day, while I sit sadly in my little office, not capable of watching this awful spectacle, my wife listens to the ceremonies. They are singing Glory Glory Hallelujah, and the Trumpster is talking about the Golden Age of America beginning today. This megalomaniac reminds us of the attempted assassination on him, noting that he was “saved by God to make America great again.” The audience rises to hail the man who has God on his side, the one who ducked the bullet, the one who is now free to use power, strength, and intimidation to “restore” America, to make it the great country that we were in… 1861.
So we are now a great nation made of two sexes—which means that you better watch out, anyone who is L or G or B or T or Q. And we will drill drill, drill, chanting “Screw the environment” all the time. We will colonize Panama, and more importantly, Mars. But don’t worry, we will not let any of those nasty Martians out of their asylums and jails to cross our borders to rape and pillage. In short, today is Liberation Day. The rich will get richer, the powerful more powerful (as long as you remember not to mess with me).
Get out of my way. We will threaten and intimidate, and we will deliver the worst types of punishment if you don’t kowtow before the emperor. The message is clear and loud: Don’t mess with me, don’t mess with us… or else.
Mob boss? Dictator? Not me. I am simply and humbly The New Messiah.
The shame of this vile and evil man’s election in 2024 will hang over this country for a very long time. For the next four years, however, we can only hope that his monumental incompetence will mitigate the harm he means to do.
Well put, Ed.