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Since the emergence of Trump onto our social/political scene, our hearts have been tested, indeed.

In fact, so tested that as of this very moment, I’m not sure how much heart I have left.

But, of course, i do care…and i shall never stop caring , as much as it seems futile to do so.
Because, much like the Creature in Sigourney Weaver’s ALIEN movies, Trump seems an evil presence that refuses to be jettisoned. He is, and, sadly always seems like he will always be, present.
A stain refusing to be washed away. A blight on the collective consciousness. A little puddle of urine leaving behind its odor. Trump.
The stink of poor early childhood development.

And yet, my husband hastens to remind me, it has always been this way in the world of men: bad guys are always rising up, grabbing hold of all they can snatch away from others, and living far longer than they deserve to live. Bad men (and women too of course) have staying power, and it is a power that decent humans can’t quite understand because good people hesitate when it comes to killing. And it seems as if killing is the only way to get rid of the pests of evil. Spray them. Stomp on them. Lead them into roach motels…..but then ,if we do, don’t we become just like them?

AH, so it goes. Are we evil to hate evil?

Well, honestly, when it comes to Trump, I just don’t care anymore, because he fills me with such feelings of revulsion, disgust and sourness, like eating a bad piece of fruit……..like so many of us, i can barely stand to see his ugly face, or even hear a moment of his disingenuous public voice, the waving of his infantile arms, the dripping of his badly-applied make-up….the meanness of his intentions that sit so monstrously on top all we physically see of him. He is one of those nightmare puppets on a string that used to scare us as children. He is the boogey man. That thing in the closet or under the bed.

And here we are , grownup in a mad world: are we mad? Or sane alone in this mad world? Putting up with such a disgusting critter as this Trump person? What is it that is keeping us from ridding the world of him?
At least ridding OUR world of him…our own private world that usually vomits up such sickness.

AS you can see, i will not be voting for Trump in the near or far future.
If I could, i would find a way into his private quarters, sneak up behind him as he sits on his gold-plated toilet, and spray him with so much disinfectant he would have to fall down on his back, wiggle his spindly legs and finally expire, putting a merciful end to at least this current history’s bad guy.

Oh sure, there will be others.
There will always be others.
But those distant folks will have to have the heart to do what is necessary, because i now need a nap.