The prevailing political narrative since Trump won last November and Democrats devolved into an orgy of Biden-blame has been the collapse of the resistance in favour of the shrug of resignation. The best strategy for the 75 million Americans who didn’t vote for Trump would be to wait out the next four years in earbuds.
Then came the abomination of the Trump inauguration. The visuals alone aroused in me a technicolour replay of political agita. That dais inside the Capitol groaning with the whole trashy crew of grifters and tech oligarchs, Trump wearing his fake strongman expression with the jutting Mussolini chin. The glimpse of Lauren Sanchez’s bustier and Melania’s ridiculous Mask of Zorro hat. The trash-talking of Biden’s record as the old soldier sat only feet away. The tariff twaddle; the farcical mishmash of false information (no effort made to fight the fires in LA, China controlling the Panama Canal); royal edicts (the Gulf of Mexico will be renamed the Gulf of America!). The Buzz Lightyear BS about planting the Stars and Stripes on Mars (cut to Elon Musk jumping to his feet with a thumbs up), and the overarching theme of the mighty Maga King himself as the culmination of all of American history. I mean, what the actual eff? If this doesn’t re-awaken Democrats from their strategic torpor, they deserve everything they get.
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