something to honk about
Here’s what bothers me about liberal friends’ outrage at Donald. Donald Trump and his rise to President is the epitome of American culture and society. The ideas and tools we have developed as a nation, the pursuits we have embraced, all lead to this moment in time. There is no other future that could have come about, based on our past. If we wanted something else Now, we needed to make bigger changes Then.
To me, that’s the obvious. Fifteen years ago, I was the hotheaded youth involved in every protest and direct action. Time goes on and I wasn’t effective enough to create the changes I envisioned in my heart. Parenthood bestowed upon me responsibilities too immediate to neglect. So I get it. I know why we put aside idealism and fell in line with the status quo. I’ve walked that path. My shoes, too, are worn and thin-soled.
I’m irked by the outrage and angst being expressed by my peers over the extensive failings of the Trump Presidency. I just can’t get fired up about it. Because I believe the writing has been on the wall all along. This is not surprising or shocking to me. It’s really just more of the same.
“This is different” they say, “this is worse” they say, “Hillary would have been better” they say. So fucking what? Cry me a river. Better than extremely bad isn’t good. It’s still bad.
No wonder this Trump fool is our President. Everywhere I look in American popular culture I see materialism, hedonism, and greed to an absurd degree. I’m disgusted by it. I always have been. Mostly I have denounced and rejected it. But I am not infallible. I have been romanced by certain temptations. I still drive a car every day, for example. I won’t pretend that I am not also part of the problem. At the end of the day, my sacrifices and virtues do not make me better than the next person. We are all human.