More credible evidence the “leader of the free world” is a sexual predator, misogynist, and rapist.
More example of the bankruptcy of moral character with no further appeal but to profit that allows murder to go unpunished, worse, unacknowledged, denied, made into false equivalence.
More needless deaths of innocents fleeing oppression only to drown because there is no asylum because we have closed the “golden door” for those deemed too tired, too poor, too huddled in masses.
More pictures of caged children, hungry, sleepless, uncared for but by each other behind secret, guarded doors, fences, and waving flags.
Is this who we are? Most decidedly, it is.
Make no mistake those who do not wish this to change because they profit, because they revel in the cruelty, because they have been driven into frenzies of their own insecurity, self-importance, and fear for the loss of privilege, will do everything they can to deny or prevent that change. It matters no if they have been found out or reported. They have instruments of distraction and the weaponry of fear and anger and indifference.
There are no boundaries to the corruptions of power in this President or his sycophants to work their will. It is their work, God’s work as they imagine that god. They do not seek nor require our consent. That refuse accountability as those who would hold them accountable wring their hands in fear of? Of what? Of doing the right thing?
Trump treats America the same way he treats women: with contempt, as a cowardly bully and whenever he can as a predator. How can Americans looking for justice ever be heard over the din of his infantile enablers?
None of us are innocents in this indecency or its usurpation. We elected this form of government and consented to put in place a system that treats our humanity with indifference and worse.
Yeats told us what could happen because he saw it plainly around him even then:
Now days are dragon-ridden, the nightmare
Rides upon sleep: a drunken solitary
Can leave the mother, murdered at her door,
To crawl in her own blood, and go scot-free;
The night can sweat with terror as before
We pieced our thoughts into philosophy,
And planned to bring the world under a rule
Who are but weasels fighting in a hole.
—W.B. Yeats from Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen
Sadly true friend…but thanks for speaking truth none the less.