This song wrote itself when I was making up words that rhyme with “covfefe”. I do not want to make light of what is going on, but it really is too scary to deal with in a way that does not involve humor. It is not just scary, it is absurd. Maybe it is my Gen-Xer self speaking (yes, I still buy CDs and magazines) – but part of me still clings on to the idea that the internet is for things like finding recipes, watching porn, seeing pictures of who your ex is dating. In other words: Twitter and Facebook are not legit places for political discourse. The idea that a president communicates regarding policy via Twitter is ridiculous. The idea that the president communicates stupid rants, hateful tactless comments, makes jokes about nukes, and antagonizes (other) ruthless dictators is simply UNREAL. He also does this without proofreading. The worksheets my fifth graders turn in have better spelling and grammar than our president uses. It is so unreal I almost have to laugh – it’s like I am watching a Sci-Fi movie. But I’m not.
I used to go to protests. At the beginning of the Iraq war I went to many. Did it make a difference? Not really. History will show that there was a large movement against it and I guess that is good enough for me. I don’t see the point now. Maybe it is because I am older and more jaded, but during the George W. administration I could also see merit to the side of the argument I did not agree with. Making a statement was worth my time and energy. With the Trump other “other side” is just idiocy and insanity and I do not see the point in debating idiocy and insanity.
So that is where I’m at. I am isolated my bubble of “I’m going to fight this horrible regign by being kind and a good mom and a good teacher”. Excuse me while I enjoy another glass of chardoneffe and then scream into a pillow.