Have you ever sat through a dysfunctional family holiday dinner? I am not talking about minor dysfunction. I am talking about full-blown, all-in, no-doubt-about-it, family insanity. I am talking about an alternate universe in which daddy is not passed-out-drunk, he just taking another nap in the driveway. I am talking about a realm in which black might be mistaken for white, all mistaken for none, where sometimes is never and never is always. But even more likely: black is bright red, your Aunt Betty is really your mother’s girlfriend and yesterday afternoon never actually happened.
Or we can just watch some television news where we continue to adjust to our national insanity, working daily to build our tolerance for the abnormal and normalizing the increasingly obvious danger posed for us all by Donald Trump. There are some broadcast anchors and journalists who are doing an excellent job not minimizing that this emperor is not wearing a stitch of clothing. But there are still too many journalists and pundits who must be thinking that to be fair, alternate facts and straight-out fantasy should be given full consideration.
There are any number of ways to argue Donald Trump’s lack of capacity to effectively do the job he has been elected to do. He blatantly lies without the slightest discomfort or concern for contradicting himself. He literally blames others for everything, nothing ever being his fault. He either deliberately and/or stupidly alienates leaders of other nations, sometimes taunting them like a 7th grader. He demonstrates no actual knowledge of content of legislation he claims to champion. Donald Trump would be hilarious if he were not so dangerous. As I have mentioned before, he is a toddler with a loaded gun. And none of us has any way of knowing on what day the damage he will do will be irrecoverable.
To minimize, to normalize, to build tolerance for this insanity will be unforgiveable. Daddy is NOT just taking a nap in the driveway.