It's not easy to do. You want to sit down with a drink and watch re-runs of "The Simpsons" or hide in your den and work on your stamp collection, but there he is, standing like a great semi-literate Colossus over the news media.
He's been in office a month, and already his supporters are campaigning for 2020. "Four more years!" they cry. How do we handle four more weeks? Four more days? Four more hours?
There have been many warnings about the dark side of universal literacy and advanced communications technology, and Trump, with what Philip Roth called his "seventy-seven word vocabulary," and his fervid supporters, are examples of that.
There is hope. There is hope that the forty-fifth President of the United States may, under the enormous weight of his self regard, emotional neediness, pulsating bluster, manufactured news and monumental ignorance, collapse.
Or go the way of the glutton in the Monty Python sketch who gives in to "one more small mint."
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
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