I
read an essay by Ann Patchett about how Trump shock reduces her to
compulsive on-line shopping. I spend hours scouring the Internet
for signs that the Russia investigation will bring down the
administration. When there's no pay dirt I too drift over to Zulily
or Etsy just for some eye candy and maybe a couple of cheap garments.
I've not only changed my Internet habits but I eat just as
compulsively as I look for signs of Trump's demise, so some cheap
blousy blouses augment my wardrobe. CNN blares for most of my waking
hours except when I'm in the car listening to the political podcast
Pod Save America. Teaching snaps me out of it to some extent but as
my students present me with a gift card for Christmas I ache thinking
that they are constantly being bombarded with immigrant-hateful
verbiage. I will remember 2017 as being cloaked in a pall. Even
after nearly a year, I see Trump on the tube and become physically
ill and there remains too a strong sensation of unreality.
It
is inevitable I think that it will be proven that the con-artist in
chief is being blackmailed by Putin. Former CIA director Jame
Clapper referred to Trump as being Putin's “asset,” Despite Fox
labeling the efforts to uncover the relationship between the Trump
administration and Russia as a “coup,” I suspect that even the
dwindling base will forsake the liar-in-chief when the extent of his
corruption becomes clear. My fantasy for 2018 is the Mueller bides
his time and digs up more dirt. Pence is discovered to have been
fully aware of the Russia thang or caught en flagrante in a men's
room. At the beginning of 2019 the House and Senate will have
regained a Democrat majority. The first priority is to dump Trump
and Pence and then appoint the Dem speaker of the house as president.
Then the nation can concentrate on undoing the damage. And I'll win
the lottery too.
This
I'm sure is too perfect a scenario. It's going to be a lot more
messy with lots of palace intrigue. I suspect that soon we'll know
if Trump is going to sell out Don Jr. and Jared. Advanced adulthood
has diminished revenge fantasies and generally I don't wish anyone
unhappiness. For years the exception to this mature compassion has
been a palpable hatred for Clarence Thomas, Joe Arpaio and Sheldon
Adelson. Since Trump, the list has gotten longer and I've particular
animus for the Trump spawn and spawn-in-law. I never thought I'd
whoop and holler about a special senatorial election in Alabama. I
hope to have another opportunity for celebration with the arrests and
indictments of some of the ickiest characters on the political scene
since Joe McCarthy.
While
my capacity for hatred is way amped up since the election, I am also
more engaged than I've ever been. While I disliked Reagan and the
Bushes I never sensed grave jeopardy. The current administration
makes it impossible for me not to engage. And I am not alone. In
January of 2017 I march along side of 20% of my fellow Angelenos and
I will march again on January 20, 2018, carrying the same sign. “May
these times make us better people.” I will skip teaching summer
school and commit these months to working on behalf of ousting
Congressmen Steve Knight and Darell Issa.
I
wake up every morning and Trump is still president. Spuds graduates
from college and we have a few glorious days in the Hudson Valley.
John Lewis speaks inspiringly at the ceremony. A few days later
Trump bashes Lewis with mean spirited Tweet. Trump has an uncanny
way of disrespecting those who've made the biggest sacrifices for our
nation Khizr Kahn. John McCain... When called out for this and
asked about his own personal sacrifices Trump cites sacrifices made
while building his business (with only a measly million dollars of
seed money.)
After
graduation Spuds and I drive from New York to Los Angeles. Long road
trips are one of the great pleasures of my life and I am grateful to
have two weeks with my freshly minted college grad. But at every gas
station and diner I am aware that unlike in Los Angeles, the midwest
is crawling with Trump voters. We will be analyzing their motives
for generations. I happen on a quote by Lyndon Johnson that comes
pretty close. "If
you can convince the lowest white man he's better than the best
colored man, he won't notice you're picking his pocket. Hell, give
him somebody to look down on, and he'll empty his pockets for you."
The
kakistocracy will end. As the social safety net erodes and
borderline (or maybe not even borderline) treason becomes apparent,
Trump voters will regret the decision. The progressive movement
becomes more cohesive and active in response to the catastrophe and I
hope this steam lasts far beyond Trump being only a bad memory.
Perhaps I'm being a Pollyanna but I really do believe that these
times will make us better people.
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