Who do we blame? And what do we do now?
That’s what’s so demoralizing about last week’s election—America spoke. And now we have the worst of all worlds: a frightening message of discontent, and a frightening new president to react to it.
As far as I’m concerned, this generation can’t take over the world soon enough.
I stood a watch over a “special weapons” hold with a loaded .45. Whatever horrors filled that hold, the president’s arsenal dwarfs them. But we just elected a president who’s temperamentally unfit even to handle the .45, and the only way to relieve him is impeachment. You can’t do that to someone just because he terrifies you—and besides, Trump’s congressional base seems to look on him gleefully—as a witless tiger they think they can ride. Aside from some sort of rebellion within the Electoral College, all I can think of to mitigate the menace he poses is a Congressional coalition of Democrats and sensible Republicans who might impose a little sanity.
