When Trump was in office the first time, every single morning or evening, I found myself checking the news to see what idiocy Trump had done in the last twelve hours. In Trump 2.0, I find myself wondering hourly.
- Cuts prescription cost-cutting measures
- Threatens to seize the Panama Canal
- Withdraws from the Paris Climate Accord
- Withdraws from the WHO
- Begins deportation process
- Pardons all insurrectionists
- Threatens to seize Greenland
- Expresses hope to make Canada a US State
- Does away with civil rights gains
- “Ends” birthright citizenship
- Threatens Columbia
- Fires inspectors general
- Mass firings of those who opposed in any way
- Freezes foreign aid
- Freezes grants with effects on everything from free lunch programs to housing subsidies, from Medicaid payments to child cancer research
- Offers to buy out federal employees
That’s just what I could remember off the top of my head. It’s virtually an hourly thing.
It’s awful what I’m becoming as a result: I find myself longing for the people who brought him back to power to suffer. I find myself longing to hear stories of MAGA-heads in a panic over the cost of insulin. I find myself longing to hear of MAGA kids having to drop out of college (most likely private Christian colleges) because the loss of grant money makes it impossible to continue. I find myself longing to hear stories of people in the rural South with a yard-full of Trump signs fretting over the lost of SNAP benefits. I want them to hurt. I want them to suffer.
That’s the temptation. I fight it, but it grows.
Evil men bring out the evil in others.
I fear it’s much worse than prescription prices though.