Trumpocalypse

**When George W Bush was president, I recoiled each time he was shown on TV. He was my definition of the village idiot or the inmate who took over the asylum. But he seems like a dear distant cutie now that the Bloviator in Chief has ascended his golden throne. I do not want to hear a word from him, look at him, or try to understand his policies. They will all be bad, not necessarily for me, but for the country and the world. One can only hope for something like divine intervention (ha!) or amazing strength on the part of our worldwide allies to tamp him down. The US population needs a remedial course in Civics (and civility) but it will be hard to come by from the educational policies of this idiot and his cronies. 

We need to eliminate the inane Electoral College system, which was established in a time when national statistics could not be easily obtained. We need a national holiday on election day. We need a shortened campaign season. Other countries have done this and they are not down the shithole like we are.

I predict world war, race war, martial law and the overturning of every humane and sensible national policy such as Roe v Wade, Civil rights reforms, and national health care.

I will go on a personal fast from news and commentary and immerse myself in fiction. I need to stop thinking about the world and concentrate on my own feelings. Normally I’d think of this as a waste of time, but time is what I have very little of. And I’m convinced that when my time is up the world will go on, though also down in flames sooner than later. For that I'm grateful though I grieve for my kids and grandkids. Unless they become revolutionary heroes and stop the Trumpocalypse.