When You’re a Star, They Let You Do It

Outrage, exhaustion, and the ultimate in “imperial presidency.”

This blog is almost seven years old. Begun in the early months of the Trump administration, it was both a modest effort to commune with like-minded souls during a national nightmare, and a solipsistic act of catharsis to try to keep myself sane as I watched that nightmare unfold.

In those days, I churned out 10,000 word rants weekly — sometimes more than weekly. Trump’s outrages and provocations came so fast, I could hardly keep up.

But these days, like many of us, I barely have the energy to set my hair on fire anymore. That fatigue is worrying, of course, because the most dangerous phase of the fascist threat is likely still ahead of us, and making us numb and resigned is a conscious part of what its perpetrators are up to.

Murder, He Wrote

Meanwhile the outrages continue, and in fact, have only gotten worse.

Witness this past week, when Trump’s latest set of lawyers appeared in a federal appeals court and argued, in essence, that as US president Trump was actually a king who could do whatever he wanted — even murder his rivals — and cannot be held accountable in a court of law.