As Garry was switching channels, he paused briefly on the news. “Senators protested the president’s …” and then he clicked on through. No need to listen. Something awful was going on, but these days, something awful is always going on. It is less than two weeks since Number 45 took office. Doesn’t it feel like so much longer than that? It is hard to imagine what we will be experiencing three hundred days from now.
I am not sure we will still have a country, or if the world will exist. We are living not merely in interesting times. We are living an absurd, surrealistic nightmare from which we cannot awaken.
I have been having nightmares. Not the wake up screaming kind, but the anxious kind where I’m looking for something, but cannot find it. I forget the details of the dreams after I’ve up, but I remember the seeking, searching, not finding, looking further … until finally I give up on sleep. It is not restful. I am having a national nightmare in my personal dreams.
I hope things settle down, at least a bit. I don’t think I’ll survive four years without a full night’s sleep.
So, speaking of speaking out, that’s what I’ve been doing. I’m a bit low on righteous indignation today, but I should be ready to rock n’ roll by tomorrow. I’ve been so pissed off at having a president who I think is 1) a sociopath, 2) demented (as in suffering from dementia), or 3) the anti-Christ. Alternatively, Lex Luthor, wearing an orange wig.
What’s left to say?
That this is a guy who has never read a book? Can’t write anything longer than a tweet? Has no sense of fairness, or honor? Cares about nothing except himself and (maybe) his own? Who is willing to do anything to get his own way, no matter who or what is destroyed in the process?
I’ve said it before, echoing and being echoed by many others.
I’m embarrassed that my country voted in this bloated tick to be president. I’m ashamed of my countrymen. I never imagined I could feel this way. I have not always been entirely happy with how, as a nation, we have behaved. I hated the war in Vietnam, appalled at how we treat Native Americans and people of color. Yet, I always believed we had our heart in the right place. That we were a nation with a moral compass that holds a fundamental belief in doing the right thing. Even though it takes us a long time to figure out exactly what “the right thing” is, I always thought we were going in the right direction, if slowly.
Now? We have lost our way. Our moral compass is kaput. We stand humiliated in front of the world. And we aren’t even two weeks into this administration. What new horrors will be perpetrated before his term of office is finally over?
Moving to the ridiculous (or is it?), check this out. I am not the only one who thinks maybe DJT is really Lex Luthor with a rug.
For more posts with varying degrees of rage, irony, humor, and despair, you can read any of these recent posts. The list includes a post by Tom Curley and a couple of reblogs.
PRINCESS LEIA AND THE WOMEN’S MARCH: A FITTING TRIBUTE TO CARRIE FISHER (Reblog from Sean Munger)