The impossibility of unity under a clown


For the first time in my life, I have no respect for a man who will be our president.

I want to respect Donald Trump. I truly do. But … I just can’t.

Once you propose a ban on Muslims. Once you call Mexicans “rapists” and saw a man born to Mexican immigrants could not possibly judge for fairly. Once you choose as your vice president a man who thinks gays can be converted via therapy. Once you re-Tweet images of Hillary Clinton inside a Jewish star atop a pile of money. Once you mock the disabled. And POWs. And women. Once you devote five years to proving the sitting president was not born in America. Once you say Ted Cruz’s father was involved in the JFK assassination. Once you suggest that your opponent for president should be killed. Once you deny climate change. Once you threaten to reduce First Amendment protections of the media. Once you encourage spying. Once you demean black neighborhoods and encourage stop and frisk.

Once you do all this (and 1,000 equally repulsive things), you lose the ability to unite us. Actually, you lose that right. That skill. That ability. I cannot unite behind this incoming president, because he deliberately tore us apart. I will not cheer for him, or give him credit, or encourage him. I want America to prosper, but not behind this cowardly snake conman.

“Will will unite and we will win, win, win!”? What the fuck are you talking about? Are we a football team? Are you Nick Saban? Are you an absolute moron? Have you not seen what you’ve already done to this country? You have crushed hope. You have created awful divides. You have brought us to a new awfulness.

And, worst of all, I don’t think you care. This is all ego building for you. They’ll call you “Mr. President,” and you’ll love it. And your narrow-minded, sheltered supporters will love it. Until their health care vanishes. And prices soar because of your NAFTA plans. And ISIS uses your face as a recruiting poster.

“A great time”?

For who?