The benefits of aging

We have a revolting, evil, creep of a human being as the current president of these formerly United States.

One of the true benefits of growing older is that if you feel that way, as I do, you can state very plainly and very loudly your opinion on the matter and if someone is offended, simply tell them, “tough shit”, and go about your day.

Yes, statements such as these lessen the number of Christmas cards you receive each year.  It reduces by about half the number of parties you get invited to.  But most importantly, it improves the quality of your life.  How?  Because every moment of your life, every interaction, becomes real.

I started despising Donald Trump, back in the 1980’s.  Whether I saw him on television or read something about him in the papers, the same thought always came to mind.  “What a horses ass this guy is”.  Many years, many failed businesses, and many less hairs have only reinforced that what I felt in my 20’s has turned out to be true.  A despicable human being is a despicable human being, maybe older, fatter, and balder, but you can’t hide the truth.

So how exactly did such a human cancer become president?  The sad truth is that this country is now occupied by many, many more sick and revolting people.  People who now have an ally in their hatred.  A focus for their lot in life.  That if nothing else, they can say, “Yeah, he gets it”.  You seem them at the rallies.  Obese, wearing sweatshirts…always wearing sweatshirts.  Have you ever seen any of these people wearing button down shirts?  Of course not, too difficult.

And what does their compatriot in hate share with them?  Hmm, let’s see.  For those born poor and struggling, he was born to wealth.  For those who served honorably, he avoided that entire situation.  He has, in fact, nothing in common with the common man.  Except, perhaps, hatred.  Hatred of those different from him and who pose a threat to him.

The human race has had its moments in the past.  The Crusades.  The witch hunts (the real ones).  Germany in the 1930’s and 1940’s.  The south in the 1960’s.  But, weren’t we supposed to be evolving?  Suppose not.  Like our planet, Mother Earth, we seem to be devolving.  And coming undone.  Perhaps it’s only fitting that both the human race and the world it inhabits may be coming to an end at the same moment in time.  Maybe it is fitting that in order for this thing to be president, the human race has outlived its usefulness.

Every time I begin to have some measure of hope, this piece of trash opens his vile mouth.  Or a slime ball like Roger Stone seeps out of the woodwork and we can’t believe, here we are again.

I’ve said it before, it’s easy to blame the dregs of the world, the Trumps, the Bannons, the Stones.  But far, far worse are the everyday “decent” people who fall into line.  For their party.  For money.  Or just because it’s easier for them to point blame and hate than it is to accept the truth.  Maybe I am the one at fault.  The one who needs to change.

I’m happy to distance myself from those living in today’s world who refuse to stand up, speak out and pick a side.  The only side.  The side of right.  The side of fairness.  The side of humanity.  Whether I’ve known you for 5 minutes of fifty years, if you refuse to stand up, then get the hell out of my way.  I’ve got nothing for you but pity.