America can’t seem to catch a break. Rather, event after event, without respite, piles on to doom us. The shooting just the latest coffin nail, driving the country toward dystopian Trumpdom. He couldn’t have choreographed it better if he’d tried.
“The election’s over,” my astute wife immediately judged. The wicked gods are cackling.
The narrative has always been that some deep nefarious forces conspire against him. The investigations, impeachments, “weaponized” criminal prosecutions. As if he’s a completely innocent martyr. Now he can posture as almost literally a martyr, wearing his red badge ...
