Of the 77,000,000 who voted for the president (I just threw up in my mouth writing that word with reference to the orange codger from Mas-a-Lago) how many millions would happily leap off the lemming-cliff for him, convinced that he would suspend gravity, but only for them?
It's frightening to think of the answer.
And now the fascist machine is putting marines on alert. The damned hammer has been raised, and America is still half asleep beneath it. I am terrified to think (realize?) that it is too late to keep it from crushing every cherished belief the flag once represented.
I'm an 80-year-old veteran of the rape of Vietnam so I know the ugly side of my country firsthand. But my nation survived even that (undeclared) war and was able to patch itself up and move forward. We shunned the system that enabled that war and elected an honest man, Jimmy Carter, to lead us. One step forward. Then we elected Ronald Reagan. One step backward. Then Bill Clinton: two steps forward. Then caved to the fascists and saw our SCOTUS elect Bush Jr. Three steps back. But then Obama! Three steps forward. Then a certifiable demented moron. Two steps back. Then, god dammit, Joe Biden -- and the path to a democratic and compassionate future was assured until . . .well, 2024 and the country fell and is still falling down a well of darlkness.
I'm an 80 year old man and I am scared to death of tomorrow, what new assurance Trump will give the Marching Morons that all the people they have been conditioned to hate will be crushed under his boot. And they will cheer it on; Americans will cheer it on. People born and raised in this country, people who prospered under its governmental liberalism that created the most enlightened and powerful economy in the world, will cheer it on.
The insanity, the suicidal insanity is almost too much for an old man to bear.
The election in 2026 will determine whether America continues, and I am sick at heart with worry.
I apologize for the rant. But I just beat my grandson in 2 out of 5 races in MarioKart and had more fun losing to the little guy (he's 7) than if I'd won the bloated lottery! Still, even at that sweet moment, my mind was clouded by the events of the day and the seemingly successful assault by Trump and his worthless minions on everything I loved about life in America. I am truly and viscerally afraid for my grandson's future.
But there I go. Ranting again.
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