True Confessions of an Insane Trump Hater
These people are Literally Insane.
You know it.
I know it.
But now, amazingly enough, comes First Person confirmation from a Proud Trump Hater all by her lonesome.
For your popcorn munching pleasure the who thing is linked here but the excerpts are too delicious to share:
I spent a Saturday this month at the Women’s March in Washington, D.C., and I arrived home feeling heartbroken. It was the last way I expected to feel.
I wanted to be with people who shared my anger. Because I have been so angry about Donald Trump this past year. I have been angry at my country for electing this man, angry at my neighbors who support him, angry at the wealthy who sacrificed our country and its goodness for tax breaks, angry at the coal miners who believed his promises.
My fury has been bottomless. I drink my morning coffee from a cup that says, “I hate to wake up when Donald Trump is President.” My husband and I, while reading the latest Trump news, routinely turn to each other and mutter, “I just hate him so much.” The constancy of my outrage has been exhausting, yet I have not yet found a way to quell it – nearly each day has brought a new reason to stoke the fire.
As I drove home, I felt the full extent to which Trump has actually diminished my own desire to be kind. He is keeping me so outraged that I hold ill will toward others on a daily basis. Trump is not just ruining our nation, he is ruining me. By the end of the drive, I felt heartbroken.
President Trump upended civility and decency in our country from the day he declared his candidacy with a speech that included a reference to “Mexican rapists.” Trump seems determined to divide us along racial and ethnic and gender lines. And his cruelty and mendacity demand outrage and the most vigorous resistance a nation can muster.
How do we hold onto the fire and the outrage that fuels our resistance to all of the cruelty that Trump is unleashing, but also embrace the world with more love?
I wish I knew the answer.
I’m not much of a Good Book scholar but I kinda remember there is something in there about being so consumed by hatred that you rot from the inside.
This line bears repeating: “Trump is not just ruining our nation, he is ruining me.”
And while I can’t remember the original source (and I don’t get enough gruel to Google it) I do remember something about “those who the gods wish to destroy they first make crazy.”