This, a precipitous slide toward civil war, is the greatness Trump has wrought. He hasn’t drained the swamp, he simply dragged America into it.
Supported by a mob of gun-toting ne’er-do-wells and surrounded by toadying sycophants, Trump basks in stoopidity. He is the Grand Wizard of Mouth Breathers, a motley group of failures angered at being left behind by a changing world. They can’t adapt; they aren’t prepared; they’re unable to assimilate into civilized society.
So they haul out a flag, that well-entrenched symbol of flamboyant ignorance, and pretend to matter. They don’t. They’re heavily armed outcasts looking for someone to blame for their inadequacies. The percipient and the capable, meanwhile, carry on. Those folks think for themselves, dismissing obsolete, discredited ideologies, and blend neatly into the mainstream. They aren’t mindless followers.
In only eight months, Mr. Trump has brought a decent country to its knees and made it a subject of ridicule worldwide. He rants about witch hunts and local milk people and crowd sizes. He’s dangerously unstable and too volatile to hold any position of power.
The House and the Senate need to act. And quickly, while there’s still a planet to protect.
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