Take a Trumper to Lunch

For some of us, a bridge too far appeared the day he rode down the escalator. It was unfathomable, this loathsome, good-for-nothing crook, seeking the reins of this country. 

I've already given a pass to anyone with a brain who thought it might be okay, even though I'll never get it. Maybe it was greed, maybe it was true conservatism, maybe just years of brainwashing and a touch of subliminal misogyny. 

Over the course of almost 2000 miserable days, I've become increasingly horrified by his vile behavior, but even more horrified by those who enable him. As he has set the Bar(r) lower and lower, the goal posts have moved, been jettisoned really, to the point where nothing he does surprises us. Well me, anyway. 

What surprises me though, each time, is what it takes for the bridge to be too far; it seems to happen only when it lands in folks' backyards. I marvel that, only now, is he in trouble in military polls. I marvel that, only a few months ago, did many of us march alongside our black neighbors and raise our voices. I marvel that only now are many corporations and even drug companies standing up, or at least appearing to, after almost 200,000 people have died. I marvel that the media still allows him to speak without real time fact checks, that they still address him as Mr. President, that they show up and let Kayleigh spew. I stopped watching CNN early on, back in the days when I thought it was absurd to even think somebody not on the payroll would actually buy into this crap. 

Yet here we are, and I lie awake nights, thinking that for whatever reason, despite all those who have finally seen the light, despite the daily barrage of corruption, he may somehow steal another four years. And then what? His impeachment had no consequence, other than to make democrats seem like whiny witch hunters; it empowered him even more. 

A friend told me about a friend who is still undecided. A reasonable and wonderful salt-of-the-earth person, undecided. A friend's mother refuses to believe that what she hears on Fox is untrue. A salt-of-the-earth mother. 

Is it not our duty, as individuals, to talk to these people, one on one? Do some Trump-splaining? It might be our only hope. 

So...in the next few weeks, might I suggest, take a Trumper to lunch?