An accumulation of the shitstorm of a clusterfuck the T-Rump is bringing to the table of life on this planet. It might be a Monday early evening here in California’s Central Valley, but history/time-wise the clock seemingly will strike midnight in seconds from now.
Figure worst-case scenario:
Amanda Marcotte notes just how I feel:
“I’m genuinely worried in a way that is hard to convey … Because obviously he’s a narcissist. He’s always been a narcissist. But I am genuinely worried that something has changed for the worse in recent weeks, if not months, because the way that Trump and Stephen Miller and all these fools are acting, they seem to be high on their own supply to a degree that I haven’t ever seen before.
“They have really truly convinced themselves that their power is unlimited, that there’s nothing that anyone can do to stop them … I think that the success of the Venezuela kidnapping of Maduro … has convinced them, has gotten into their heads, and they just think there’s nothing that can stop them right now and that there’s no limit, and I find that scary because when somebody in power gets into that mentality, I mean, that’s Gaddafi levels of delusion. That’s bad. That’s like Hitler’s-last-days levels of delusion.”
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“I hear somebody who is trying — who is beginning to get — his back is against the wall … This is how he acted when he lost the 2020 election. His lies got more and more livid, crazy, louder, bizarre. His back was against the wall. He was losing and he just tried to escalate the tenor of the lies in hopes that that would make up for the facts sort of overcoming him, and I think we’re seeing similar behavior.”
A despair of terror/horror anticipation. In just 11 days plus one, the T-Rump has shit in our collective mess kit. If something isn’t done in the next few days/weeks/months, we be fucked. The midterms seem years away.
Sleepless nights, or not, yet once again, here we are …
(Illustration out front: ‘Tornado over Kansas‘ (1929), oil-on-canvas by John Steuart Curry, and found here.)