Symptom of disease
Hurray for Philip Martin finally unloading on Trump. It’s about time, Mr. Martin, but thank you all the same. You have been softly sandbagging us progressives since Drumph was elected (eons ago as if a mega-black hole formed on Election Day 2016 and has slowed down the time-space continuum ever since). You have been quite demure, apparently not wanting to step on anyone’s toes. But I imagine the emails from the right have taken their toll. (I bet you said enough is enough.)
This past Sunday you finally unloaded both barrels and gave Drumph and his acolytes the lecture (hell) they deserve (but won’t hear). Harry Truman would be proud of you. I’m proud of you!
The other side of the coin, though, is that that black-hole effect isn’t going away anytime soon. The cockroaches are out. Enabled, recharged, and immune to any common sense, decency, or respect for others different than themselves, that 40 percent (and dropping ever so gradually) who voted in this conman as the president of the United States of America have their mojo up (and guns loaded). It seems it’s great to be a racist and a bully and a crook in America today. I believe Drumph is the symptom of a disease … an infestation. It will take a long, long time to sweep them back under the rug. Long after Drumph is gone, but not forgotten.