Yesterday, on the 1-3 playground at HMK I heard a first-grader shout back at the friends who were chasing her that they were an “angry mob.” Raise your hands, all you folks out there, who have ever heard a 6-year-old say the words, “an angry mob.”
Doesn’t matter where the child learned it: from her folks, from exposure to Trump TV, Rushbo and the rest, or from the mouth of the reprobate, Trump himself.
But finding national Trump Party poison and divisiveness beneath the big sycamore tree at HMK was both sad and depressing, though no longer a surprise.
Other signs of Trumpoid anti-Americanism have surfaced here, as well. In the matter of HB 224, Curtis Wells was quoted in the T-I saying “it would be ‘messy’ if the issue were left up to voters.”
Well yeah, voting is messy, American democracy is messy. The man must think he and his fellows are the dukes and the earls and the little dictators of Grand County; themselves deciding what is best for the ordinary peasants, whether the peasants agree or not. Sneaking around corners, subverting the will of the voters, fits perfectly with other Trump Party dirty tricks like voter suppression, gerrymandering, the incessant lying from top to bottom, Citizens United and on and on.
In the Book of Genesis, Esau sold his birthright for “a mess of pottage.” I wish Republican voters would understand they are doing exactly the same as Esau when they go along with the dishonest, divisive and dangerous antics of the man in the White House.
After I wrote this I almost decided not to submit it. I thought it might only add fuel to the tribalist bonfires raging in our community, in our country. Then I saw people on my TV chanting, “lock her up, lock her up” just a few hours after one of them, presumably, tried to blow her up.
Dear Lord, enough is enough.