On election night, I wrote something to the affect of needing some time for the results of Trump's win to sink in. Acceptance, they say, can take time.
Yet, acceptance of reality, and acceptance by being comfortable with things, are two different things. For me, my acceptance of the reality of the upcoming Trump presidency comes in waves of horror.
It's hits at inconvenient times and over the most peculiar of things. Like when they swear him in, it will be done by the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. It's nuts. It's like hearing about a dysfunctional celebrity getting married in a sham ceremony, then realizing it won't be officiated by some rogue priest, but the Pope himself.
It dawned on me the other night, after watching video of Donald's press-conference circus in which he berated a CNN reporter and fended off allegations that the Russians had compromised him, that we'll force military members in a prestigious military band to play Hail To The Chief every time he walks into a room. I had accepted the salute; it's common decency. The Hail To The Chief realization hit me like a ton of bricks.
"You'll just have to get over it," people like me are told, by people who aren't entirely wrong. The results, as influenced by a Russian leak of information as they may be, are indeed the result of enough of My Fellow Americans deciding on this direction.
And the result shouldn't be entirely unexpected. After all, it wasn't the Russians who rigged the Democratic primary in Hillary's favor. They weren't the ones who decided to be shady with an email server. They weren't the ones to create the impression of pay to play. Take Trump out of this, and you have a political party that got exactly what it deserved.
Unfortunately, it feels like we're now left with a country that will be ran for at least 4 years by a coalition of white nationalists, anti-vaccers, multi-level marketers and prosperity gospel promoters. If that seems like great reality television, that's exactly what you'll get.
I know I'm supposed to root for Donald Trump's success. It's the right thing to do. It was Barack Obama who noted after the election that Trump's success is our success, and he's right.
But the presidency shouldn't be a reality show, and it shouldn't be full of dramatic narcissism. We can wish someone the best without being enablers.
That's exactly what I intend to do, to not enable. To not get sucked into the drama. It's not healthy for me, and it sure as hell isn't healthy for the country.
I think I'm going to pass on watching the inauguration.
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