Country, What Is The Matter With You?
As a denizen of the Internets given to spouting personal opinions I'm not easily offended. I can't afford to be. It's hard enough to write without having to do it curled up in a fetal position, tears in my eyes, sucking my thumb.
But I'm offended by my country.
I'm offended by the very idea of a Donald Trump in the role of public servant, and even more offended by the narcissistic, asocial blowhard billionaire himself.
I'm offended by the Republican party's relentless opening up of the deep, dark hole Donald Trump felt encouraged to slither out from.
I'm offended by the press, whose idea of good journalism is the elevation and celebration of a madman who believes he can be president of the United States.
I'm offended by voters who hate our government system so thoroughly they're working to punish the entire nation by electing officials whose qualifications are limited to a mutual need to make us pay for our supposed sins.
I'm offended by my own Democratic Party for allowing this to happen. We're supposed to be the party of the people and we've let the people down. Our leaders wimped out and didn't fight hard enough for the people whose age, race, gender, religion, income, or health kept them down and sometimes out.