Sanity-Saving, Post-Midterms

A moratorium on reading any and all books dealing with the drama, horror, and day-to-day incompetence of Orange Malignancy’s regime: though imperative that they be written, they offer me little depth (Tribe and Matz’s TO END A PRESIDENCY, a sobering look at historical and legal aspects of the impeachment process, being – so far – the only worthwhile exception) beyond the essential truth revealed daily in the endless stream of news (of which I am and forever will be an erstwhile devourer and supporter) and in the shallow waters of reality: that the Malignancy is an opportunistic, soul-sucking bigot who should never have become president and did so only by pouring gasoline on the flames of white resentment and exploiting the foundational weaknesses of social media as he, the least popular candidate in presidential polling history, ran / railed against the second most unpopular candidate in presidential polling history (who still won the popular vote) to an electoral college victory on a path cleared by an illicit campaign of influence (at the very least) manipulation by an equally resentful dictator / hotel gatekeeper and will continue – Robert Mueller won’t save us –  to shit on the office he bastardizes with each waking hour until we hand him, his cultish acolytes, and his enabling cronies a 2020 electoral drubbing – Robert Mueller won’t save us – the likes of which haven’t been seen since Mondale in ’84 and flush each and every one of them into the dark corner of history’s septic tank.

(I do, however, eagerly await the Coen Brothers’ film version (since they are the only ones who could do it justice, for want of a better word) of regime drama and incompetence which must – MUST – star Brendan Gleeson.)