Just about three weeks to go, and this country is in flux, aka ‘deep crapolla.’
215,000+ people dead from a virus this president says is no biggie, because he got over it, right? Hell, he’s immune now. Ready to give his adoring fans big, sloppy kisses and they can’t get enough. Just yesterday, in Sanford, Florida they came out in droves, few wearing masks, packed together asshole to appetite, while up on stage–his favorite place to lord over his swooning base–Trump danced to YMCA and spewed his ignorance and spittle all over his adoring crowd, who breathed it in along with shed Covid-19 airborne droplets. . .
Who ARE these people?
Don’t they realize that this man is demonstrating worst practices where Covid-19 is concerned? That he is telling them to ignore the science, pretend thousands and thousands and thousands of us haven’t already died from this deadly virus? Are they forgetting that he failed to warn us, failed to protect us, failed the American people?
Why aren’t they listening?
Three weeks to go, and 40+% of Americans still support this man.
Why don’t they care?
Trump’s utter and complete failure to lead this country through this pandemic, to guide and protect us, is nothing short of astounding. Every day that he adds to our Great American Tragedy–on Twitter, on the front lawn of the White House, in airplane hangers–our future looks bleaker, the rising body count more dire. Donald Trump stands triumphant before his crowd of blind, deaf or dumb followers who eagerly swallow his lies and vitriol, even as they, and their loved ones, choke on it.
Don’t they care at all about this pandemic and the unthinkable toll it has already taken? And what about the other stuff: the families Trump and his administration have ripped apart, the children they’ve kept in cages, the utter disdain Trump has shown for this country’s servicemen and women, the wanton destruction to our environment/educational system/world standing, the assault on our free press, the unravelling of the very fabric of our Democracy?
In just about three weeks, this country is going to officially vote for its future, assuming it still has one. Many have already done so. In their heart of hearts, each voter has, or will, make a choice, a declaration of what they hold most dear. Will it be the values upon which this country’s Constitution was founded? Will they choose country over Party? Science over falsehoods? Will they think about the people whose struggles mirror those of their parents or grandparents–immigrants upon whose shoulders this country was built? Will they admit to themselves that racism threads systemically throughout this country’s policies and practices, and that Black lives do matter, and immigrants matter, the environment matters, climate change matters, equality matters, acceptance matters, a free press matters, ethics matter, justice matters, kindness and decency and truth all matter?
Or will they shut their eyes and ears and minds to all but this, spoken by Trump yesterday in Sanford, Florida:
We’re going to have, if it’s possible, an even greater and more important victory than we had just four years ago. And nobody ever said this fight was not going to be a hard one, but we will make it like you’ve never seen before.