After last week's appalling Trump tweet about being glad that Robert Mueller is dead, I made a vow to outlive that old SOB so I can metaphorically dance on his grave.
I admit to not being proud of that vow, though it might just be enough to get me through the next few years of increasing insanity. But there it is and I am owning my sin.
I guess the reality of politics has always been that any office holder is loved by some (perhaps just over half) and hated by others. Trump may be unusual in that even those who vote for him, for whatever reason, may hate the man deep down. Who will miss him?
I am aware that it wasn't a very long trip to get to fantasizing about dancing on his grave, but I have now abandoned all sense of decorum regarding the man and his enablers.
When it comes to TV and movie villains, I often have imagined some suitably grisly demise that will leave me satisfied that justice was done, and I am somewhat ashamed that most villain deaths strike me as "not enough."
For Trump, any form of death will be fine. Just not waking up one morning is fine. An Iranian nuclear device detonated under Mar-a-lago is a bit too much, not to mention all the innocents who would then go with him.
At lunch today with some friends, there was some agreement that it may take a damaging recession or depression to move the Trump cult and elected Republicans to push our new king off the stage. Lunch and politics tend to produce far-fetched and extreme views... I mean, it's just talk.
But right now it appears that Trump is ignorant of just how deep many people's loathing is for him and his cronies. He lives in a bubble that does not include most of his supporters... maybe none of them.
Something very bad is coming.
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