Stop, hey what's that sound

56 days to go....

When I wrote this shortly after the Trump inauguration, I honestly thought that over time, people would tire of an unfit clown. I thought that even base his would realize the errors of their ways and understand that the country can do better than this.

I was wrong. And how. The fact that this guy, even after a pandemic, impeachment, bullying, treason and 20,000 lies, still might win, says so much of  how far we have fallen. It's so depressing, so bewildering.

I hate Trump and everything he stands for.

But I hate his brain-dead supporters even more.

To want four more years of this chaos, this stupidity, this overwhelming sense that everything is off the rails, is staggering. I will never understand this. I will never understand how friends - and relatives - have bought into this. And accuse me of have Trump Derangement Syndrome.

Yeah, maybe I do. Because I haven't lost my mind.

I feel hopeful some days, terror others. Today, leaning toward wondering how we survive this.

For what it's worth.