I am solidly against the Moron President whose next idea is destined to die of loneliness. But I'll say this as his first four years in office draw to a close: it hasn't been boring.
It's silly, pointless, and completely unnecessary to make a list of Trump's offenses against reason, decency, the planet, even common sense, so I won't get started on that run of fun facts and figures--tempting as that is.
But here's the thing. I'll be 80 at my next birthday and could be spending my old age during yet another piously boring Democratic presidency struggling with ways to improve human rights by fine-tuning the manifesto of Political Correctness. Hillary Rodham Clinton would have taken us along that path.
I am of course in favor of equal rights for women, civil rights for Blacks, and a full-range of human rights for everyone else--even the obese. But I still resist being a professional proponent of Political Correctness.
Planetary Correctness is another matter. Even to the scientists who have been warning us about global warming for the last quarter century, Earth is apparently already beyond saving, so I can't see that it makes much difference at this point if we cool things off by a couple of degrees. And it has always been disconcerting to discover that a look through the four-and-a-half-billion-year-history of the planet reveals regular periods of overheating and deep freezes which will continue regardless of what we do to alter the patterns.
With a resigned and sorrowful sigh, however, I still feel duty-bound to do what I can to lower the temperature. I think it's too late, but I'm still working the problem. Call me a planetary Pollyanna.
Ah, what the hell. If the Idiot President isn't alarmed, why should I be?
We are living--if we are lucky enough to survive--at a time that historians will report and revise for generations to come. Like the evil emperor Nero who threatened the Roman Empire, Donald Trump is the narcissistic president who is threatening the American Republic. It's quite extraordinary to be alive during this decisive moment in history. And to have a vote.
You'd think someone as stupid as Donald Trump would be quiet and circumspect, careful of making mistakes, fearful of being found out, but no! The Moron rushes forward, one foot on the pedal, the other in his mouth, lunging from one self-created crisis to the next defying his advisers, his cabinet, and his voters--who will turn on him in November.
But none of it is boring. You gotta give him that. At its best, Democracy is a messy business. And it doesn't get any messier than it is now.
