Via Cynical C
Day: January 30, 2017
The Atlantic: We’re not surprised by Trump; here’s a glimmer of hope
From the Atlantic story: “A Clarifying Moment in American History” by Eliot Cohen:
Many conservative foreign-policy and national-security experts saw the dangers last spring and summer, which is why we signed letters denouncing not Trump’s policies but his temperament; not his program but his character.
We were right. And friends who urged us to tone it down, to make our peace with him, to stop saying as loudly as we could “this is abnormal,” to accommodate him, to show loyalty to the Republican Party, to think that he and his advisers could be tamed, were wrong. In an epic week beginning with a dark and divisive inaugural speech, extraordinary attacks on a free press, a visit to the CIA that dishonored a monument to anonymous heroes who paid the ultimate price, and now an attempt to ban selected groups of Muslims (including interpreters who served with our forces in Iraq and those with green cards, though not those from countries with Trump hotels, or from really indispensable states like Saudi Arabia), he has lived down to expectations.
It will not be surprising in the slightest if his term ends not in four or in eight years, but sooner, with impeachment or removal under the 25th Amendment. The sooner Americans get used to these likelihoods, the better.
One thing I took from the article is the severity of supporters vs. non-supporters and how the rift it’s driving between loved ones, friends, family, coworkers, etc. is stupefying.
This is no normal presidency. Those opposed to Trump are not licking their wounds, cry babies throwing temper tantrums. The revulsion is steeped in utter confusion and distrust for the level of crazy this man is exhibiting and will exhibit.
And it’s mind boggling how the right is so thirsty to be in power, any damn dog will do the trick … as long as it’s not Obama or Hillary. No matter how immoral. How crazed. How abominable.
Although, there is a cynical part of me that will not allow too much hope to enter my mind. Which will surely make me suffer.
But we move forward.