Turning away from Trump

Someone asked me recently what I would do if given the opportunity to meet Donald Trump. 

Despite my respect for the office to which he was voted, I would turn my back on him. 

Turn away in disgust. Turn away in protest of who he is, how he acts, and what he says. 

He is a grotesque. The embodiment of all that seems wrong with the United States, crowned by willful ignorance.

I would turn away as America has turned away from the reason, science, and community of the progressive world.

I would turn away as the rest of the world turns away from him, and his country.

The United States, now, is not a leader of the free world but a joke within it. A shabby marketplace where it is possible to sell a great many things, eat a great deal, and perhaps be shot while doing so.

The joke is not funny. And they don't get it.

The United States is reaping the culture it has sown - the worship of celebrity. Worship of the vacuous over the substantive. They might well have elected a Kardashian for President. We cannot tell the difference. There is no difference.

Americans have turned away from the light, and embraced the darkness.

The world, in kind, is rightly turning away, and the light that America once shone upon our globe grows dim, sick, twisted.

We turn away as their republican cynicism and ignorance spread, and the slimy tentacles of hate gain purchase.

We turn away from their darkening shores, to hold tightly the world of love, compassion, and warmth. 

Our American friends, sadly, are turning away from their generous stewardship of freedom and democracy in this world, only to find themselves become a fading star, crowning their new, vainglorious king.

Farewell, America.

Go play with your guns.

David Crawford