Thigh-high cesspool
Trump’s duplicitous enablers have forfeited every last scrid of patriotism and every teeny hint of decency they may have had. They’ve wiped their feet on the flag, run the Constitution through a shredder and dishonored all those who sacrificed life or time for this country. They’re like vicious vandals, marauding with pipe cutters and switchblades. They honor nothing except their power perch and the bubbling cesspool around it.
It may be my age or what’s left of my pretend idealism. Whatever it is, it makes me frown and stare at something out the window. It makes my throat tighten and my eyes fill up. I think about all those things I taught my kids about compassion and kindness and honesty and gratitude. About not throwing books on the floor because they’re so important, about reaching out to help someone because its so necessary. About decency, even when nobody is watching.
Now my kids have kids, and their kids see Jim Jordan acting like he’s sitting in the bleachers at a crash car derby rather than in a dead-serious hearing. My grandkids see members of the House and Senate defend racist policies and they hear the word “pussy” in a recording of the president’s voice. They see desperate people grabbing for rolls of paper towels during the president’s cruel hurricane game. They see people in their government repeating lies and trashing truth. They’re told the news is fake, global warming is a hoax and police should be less gentle when they guide someone into the cruiser. Small things, maybe, but a reckless coarseness that makes mockery of what’s written on the Statue of Liberty or in our Bill of Rights.
These Trump enablers act like history never happened, values never mattered, standards were never heeded. From California’s horrible wild fires to Flint’s deadly water to the border’s kidnapped children, nothing did matter, not even Ivanka sitting at the table with heads of state. Abnormal to normal....overnight.
My country feels like Haiti looked after their worst hurricane. Nothing in its place, things scattered, mixed up, broken. I’m waiting for that chunk of breakaway Republicans so many are calling for.
Just a few men and women who will finally decide that following Dear Leader on his criminal path is like volunteering to jump into a lake while tied to a cement block .
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