The truth is, the vast majority of this country is outraged. That we are feeling a bit helpless in the face of the Trump Dictatorship makes us Americans. We know evil when we see it. We know abhorrent, complicit and covering behavior when we smell it.
We know right from wrong.
These days, I’m as likely to feel like punching a person squarely between the eyes as I am to reach out to some random soul, grab them by the shoulder and cry. I am scared to death it could be the same person …
There is real, delicious irony that this party has allowed itself to be pinned underneath the most awful version of itself in Donald Trump.
It makes no sense to go after Trump with impeachment, who, as we saw in November and in these stunning poll numbers, is already badly wounded and hemorrhaging support. Let him continue to die slowly. Let Democrats put a stake through his cold, tiny heart at the polls.
The notion Trump gives a single shit about our country or even his party should have been completely extinguished in Helsinki when it was clear to anybody with working eyes and ears that he was, as Clinton warned us, “Putin’s puppet.”
“Only Benjamin Franklin had a higher presidential approval rating than I do, but as I’ve said before, he discovered electricity with a kite, so that is kind of hard to top.” -Donald J. Trump