How sad is it that the only thing I really hope now is that history will treat Trump brutally and honestly?
I can’t hope for an easier winter, because it’s not going to happen.
I can sit slack jaw at the idea that Trump killed his own chances for re-election by criminally bungling pandemic management. But that doesn’t save any lives.
I can note that effective fascist leaders can at least keep the trains running on time, whicj can make me feel good about Trump being utterly ineffective — but that doesn’t help my neighbors.
Have we learned our lesson about elevating a narcissistic reality TV show host to high office?
Sadly, I don’t think so.
I’m not seeing any silver linings right now.