I keep telling myself that I am going to post about something other than Donald Trump and the havoc and disaster he and his goons have wreaked on the United States. Sometimes, I write to help myself figure out my own conflicting emotions. These days, I begin to write with all intents and purposes of relaying some aspect of life here on our five acres. I have done that on this blog on and off since I retired six years ago, and have been happy for the most part with the results. But now, every time I begin writing about my garden or the large number of red-winged blackbirds that are nesting and having babies around our pond this year, or any of a multitude of things that I have written about or considered writing about before, I can’t seem to do it. It is so difficult to think about anything other than what this horrible President, this completely terrible, corrupt, evil human being, is doing to our country. And then I think about the number of people who still support him. How can they? What is wrong with them?
I know it may sound crazy, but sometimes when I think of the direction our country is headed, I can’t think straight. None of it makes any sense. I ask myself the same question again and again: What is wrong with those people? Are Trump supporters really all racists and/or wanna be white supremacists?
When I was in elementary school, the danger we all worried about would come from above. I’m not talking about God’s wrath. That was pounded into us during weekly Sunday School services. The biggest national fear in the fifties through the early sixties was nuclear war. There were air raid drills in elementary schools across the country. When the siren sounded, students were instructed to crouch under their desks, cover their heads with their hands, and keep their eyes shut tight. That was to protect all the good little citizens from flying debris and radiation. Yeah, okay, sure. I’ve been told by a few others who attended Killbuck Elementary with me that we actually did that at least once a year. But I honestly don’t remember ever doing so. Could I have been sick that day every year? That’s doubtful. But I guess we did it, even if it has somehow escaped my memory.
I do remember hearing a lot of discussions about the merits of bomb shelters. As I recall, someone in town supposedly built one in his basement, though if it existed I never saw it. I really wanted my dad to build one to protect my family and me from harm. I’m pretty sure I nagged him about for awhile. I remember drawing up plans for Dad. That was during my ‘I want to be an architect when I grow up’ phase. That phase didn’t last and no bomb shelter was ever built at 900 North Main Street. Fortunately, no bombs ever landed in Killbuck or anywhere else in America. My Dad, Mom, and President Eisenhower kept us from harm.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have Eisenhower or someone like him as President now?
I have always been a practical person. Way back in 1969 I was voted ‘Most Reliable’ in my class. Big whup, right? But that is part of who I am. I have always been good at identifying what can and cannot be changed, sorting out my options, making a plan, and then proceeding; but not now.
How can Trump’s base… perhaps I should say sheep, simply accept the lying? Donald Trump lies so easily every single day. The last I read he was up over 18,000 lies. I read a few online excerpts from his niece’s book, which will come out next week. According to Mary Trump, he relishes his lies, and the fact that he has always lied and gotten away with it. He enjoys the actual lie he is telling, and he loves knowing that anyone with one iota of intelligence knows it’s a lie, and that he still gets away with it. Most of us who are parents teach our kids not to lie. We tell them that lying is wrong, and they will get in trouble if they do. But Trump’s base is totally comfortable with his lying. They seem to enjoy it as much as he does.
When you know something for sure, when you see with your own eyes that the sky is absolutely blue, and yet someone insists, even argues, that it is in fact yellow, your mind reels. Back near the beginning of his Presidency, Trump told people not to believe what they saw with their own eyes or heard with their own ears, but just to believe what he says. His base has taken it to heart. They believe every lie that comes out of his lips. If presented with facts that are in opposition to what he says, those facts are simply labeled as “fake news.”
I keep thinking that he can’t get any worse, but the lack of leadership from Donald Trump grows more appalling by the day. Every day, the chaos and mismanagement grows ever more dreadful, contributing to a growing sense of anxiety. Donald Trump reminds me of a sleazy salesman peddling snake oil every time he whips out another silver bullet against the virus. Now he is telling us to just live with it.
We are failing to confront our problems. Trump, his supporters, and most Republicans refuse to acknowledge that our collapsed economy, Trump’s handling of the pandemic, and the racial unrest have anything at all to do with his utter horror of a Presidency. It’s all the fault of the Democrats.
A FB friend of mine recently admonished her followers to turn off the news, ignore all of the bad things happening in our country, go outside, and work in one’s garden. She said that working in the dirt is good therapy. I agree, to a point. I enjoy being in my garden, and it is nice to put what is going on out of my mind for awhile. But… what an excellent example of privilege.
To be so lucky to live in one’s own little unaffected section of reality, and fortunate enough to be free from the suffering in so many parts of our country right now that you are able to turn off the news and simply go outside and dig in the dirt or do whatever floats your boat, strikes me as a bit selfish. We all need to escape now and again, but never forget the reality of three million people in this country who have, or have had, this virus, and the more than 130,000 who have died from it. They won’t be escaping to their own personal garden anytime soon.
If you have the luxury of turning off the news for a time please do not ignore the virus and the toxic President who keeps pretending it isn’t there. If you do so, you will be perpetuating the toxicity of this President and his administration. Please vote in November, and vote blue.
Next time I post, I swear it will be about birds.