Trump’s Days Are Numbered As Good Will Eventually Conquer Evil
The worst thing trump has done is to turn Americans against
Americans.
There is a German word for feeling joy at the expense of someone else’s losses. It is called schadenfreude, a combination of the words harm (schaden) and joy (freude). Trump has an abundance of schadenfreude; in fact, it may be the fuel that keeps him alive.
But it is not happiness. Look in his hollow eyes, examine his forced, insincere, calculating smile, the way he lights up as he demands false adulation. It sounds like a very lonely, empty life guided by jealousy, greed and power. He has no ability toward empathy, one of the strongest and most positive of human emotions. He doesn’t even have a dog.
That doesn’t mean I have an iota of sympathy for the man because no matter how deep I dig, I just can’t stand him, the same way I couldn’t stand the school bully. I will not allow this small man of evil ways take over my world. I don’t want him to die, just to wither away like dust in a strong wind.
Try as he may, trump cannot convince me that his America is my America. My America is not a hornets’ nest on the brink of destruction. I am not fearful of walking around my neighborhood but I may be fearful of drinking the water. I want to take a stroll in the park but I am concerned with drastic weather conditions caused by a world that refuses to accept responsibility. And especially I am insulted by those who claim to be knowledgeable while spouting off about “fake” climate change.
I believe my children’s teachers have the best of intentions, but I fear for a mass shooting. I feel good when I drive by an Episcopal church, a Unitarian Universalist fellowship, a Catholic church, a synagogue; the diversity is enervating. But I fear the bigot will set a fire or tear down a rainbow colored Pride flag and feed any anger he can find. I trust science to find cures for diseases, but I fear the dissemblers will foment so much fear that science will no longer be trusted.
I do not cringe from a gay couple or start trembling when I see a transsexual woman. I won’t quickly walk to the other side of the street if I see three young African Americans, each wearing dredlocks approaching. Hair doesn’t scare me unless it’s an orange comb-over.
The idea of trump ordering millions of good people into concentration camps while they are prepared to be jettisoned from the country makes me physically ill. It gets me to the point of nausea to think about all these innocent women, men, children who are facing expulsion because of their accents or the colors of their skin or the languages they speak. But really, because they are political pawns.
I like to think I’m bigger than being such a simpleton bigot, like trump.
My America is my family, friends, neighbors, walks in the park, cookouts in the backyard, having a few cold, non-alcoholic beers, walking my dog on a warm summer day or driving to the community pool for a brief relief.
My America is not a place where books are to be feared and must be banned because their messages do not match with trump’s twisted, myopic version of the nation. In my America, women have the unalterable, inalienable right to decide how to treat their bodies, including whether they will have an abortion for whatever reason they choose.
No matter how many times he says it or tries to will his image of America, he will not convince me that this is a “failed,” “very sick,” desperate nation being invaded by foreigners who wish me harm as part of a racist “great replacement” orchestrated by power-hungry Democrats. We are not “a dumping ground for the dungeons of the Third World.” Immigrants are not “poisoning the blood of our country,” but rather are enriching us. If only trump would be able to understand. I like people of different cultures; they are often interesting, stimulating and very nice. And I don’t call people names.
I certainly don’t want a power-thirsty liar as president. Call me a hopeless romantic but I yearn for a time when politicians were at least governed by some kind of morality and where they were fired if they misbehaved. And I just can’t agree that locker room talk includes misogynistic comments about the female anatomy or that a woman’s role is limited to having sex with men, cleaning the home and cooking.
I am also very concerned that the nation is being run by a shadow cartel of extremely powerful people who want to bleed the nation dry for their own gain while a would-be dictator is too stupid to understand that he is a puppet doing the cartel’s bidding.
I’m tired of hearing pick-up trucks with freakishly loud exhausts speed by me with an American flag and a trump flag flying side by side as if they were made for each other. I smile when I remember when my mother flew the flag proudly outside my suburban home. And I am so put off by people who decide that I am not a good American because I don’t smoke the same cigarettes as they do.
There is no hole too deep for trump not to crawl into. He poses as a man of religion as he peddles Bibles for his own profit and this anti-Christ wins the praise of evangelicals and Christian nationalists who see him as their savior. These people know less about religious principles than my two cats know.
I am furious at people who should know better who are joining in a conspiracy to destroy the country, from its courts to the electoral system. They want to take it down, brick by brick and I want to scream. Trump and his claims of a “fake” trial, “fake” impeachment and “fake” election. He is so abominably transparent that I find it almost impossible to believe that any Americans are entranced by him.
This vulgar lizard of a little man will never convince me that “Our country is falling to pieces,” and that “the country is finished” and “terrible things are going to happen” if he isn’t returned to power. He bellows about “bedlam” and “potential death and destruction” as he tries to hypnotize believers into understanding that “our country is being destroyed as they tell us to be peaceful.” And that those who are not followers “are bad people,” “sick people.” And he threatens that if he is imprisoned or put under house arrest, “I’m not sure the public would stand for it. You know, at a certain point, there’s a breaking point.” He has done it before; he will do it again, if allowed.
There is a breaking point, and it is now when this charlatan should be kicked out of the room, never to bother us again. The gutters of history are littered with hypocritical blasphemers of which trump is one whose name will be forgotten in time.