“I Once Dated a Trumper”
I once dated a Trumper,
before there was a nominal distinction for such a creature.
I can recall the subtleties that existed.
- perceived slights when none were present
- a misguided sense of justice
- zero compassion or empathy for the suffering of others
- a willingness to commit improper behavior while condemning others for the same behavior
I didn’t realize then, that legions of people like her existed.
Disassociated beings, dwelling in self-assurance, and fostering hatred for all the wrong people.
I should of seen the signs.
I was too busy in my own self-assurance.
But, if I had to point to how we got to where we are,
then I’d say that a good number of folks had it in them to begin with.
They just needed a banner to get behind.
A pied piper.
Shit, I was charmed for nine years.
Getting it on the regular dulls a conscience.
A monotonous procession of concessions that ended abruptly in the sobering shod feet of other Trumpers-in-wait.
I too, behaved poorly in moments that mattered, and made choices that I now live with.
Somehow, I caught a moment that forced me to want to change.
Not everyone is as lucky as I was.
The monotonous procession of concessions carries on, and the band plays on…
Are you tough enough to be kind?_Bono-U2