When Trump won his extraordinary victory last year, I blogged that maybe his newfound, awesome responsibility as leader of the Free World might bring out the best in him. Boy, was I ever wrong.
Since then we have seen him break his promises to the poor, while lining the pockets of his cohort, the very rich. We have seen him give succor to the extreme right, on both sides of the Atlantic. We have seen him transform the Environmental Protection Agency into the Environmental Destruction Agency. And we have seen him enjoining the voters of Alabama to ignore his favored candidate’s racism, sexism and multiple accusations of abusing teenagers, all because he knew he would support him in Senate.
But, gloriously, the voters of that deeply conservative state had an attack of conscience and told Moore, and Trump, where to go. True, he did garner 48% of the vote, but time was when he would have romped home with a thumping majority.
This gives me a sliver of hope. That maybe, just maybe, Trump will lose next time, or even be forced out before 2020 because of revelations over his connections with the Russians who helped him get elected. Hope, it seems, springs eternal in the Pelagius breast.
Happy Christmas!
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