Regular and astute readers of these blogs, if any, may have noticed that my prediction concerning Donald Fucking Fucking Trump, and his ability to win the presidency, was a bit off. Tomorrow, the electors will meet across the nation to actually elect that... person: barring, of course, the miracle of thirty seven or more of his electors voting against Trump as the Constitution allows.
I no longer hope for miracles.
The time has come to look at the next President of the United States.
Since the election, sane people have been hoping that sanity will somehow prevail in a Trump presidency. These people desperately wish that, when it comes to governing, the better angels of Trump's nature will guide him to lead the country in some semblance of a democratic republic. These people are wrong.
In analyzing Trump, binocular vision is wasted. We have already seen all there is to see. Trump is a self-absorbed, preening buffoon. I will not be so niggardly as to limit him to only one dimension- or even two, but the man has no real depth. Trump is nothing more than a bas-relief, carved in sand.
Trump is already hiding behind his many minions, who try to put a sane face on an insane man. The Trump presidency will be disastrous. How far will he go? What damage will he do? What price will we pay before he is finished?
I no longer hope for miracles.
