Since my last post [https://baltimoreblackwoman.com/2016/11/16/the-day-after-one-week-later/], nearly a month ago, I have been in despair over the man who would be president. I can’t even say his name anymore. And I’ve run out of nicknames for him—Adolph Cheetolini was one of my favorites.
I’ve tried limiting my television exposure to the news—mainstream and cable. On Facebook and WordPress, I have simply “liked” or “shared” posts that reflect my views about the incoming “leaders” of our country, and only those posts from reliable sources, at that! I’ve always been a “fact-checker,” but in this crazy “post-fact” (Kellye Ann Conway) world we live in now, I’ve begun fact-checking not only the sources I choose to share, but also the very facts I decide to write down. But this article is not a news article—it is an opinion piece.
Unfortunately, I have seen snippets of the daily ring-kissing meetings Cheetolini has held in his gold-plated tower in New York and his golf course in New Jersey. Every person who has emerged from such meetings, especially those who so vehemently opposed him during the election season, does so with a radically different tone. It’s like watching a horror movie (like The Stepford Wives or Invasion of the Body Snatchers) in which the scoffer suddenly becomes the disciple, and recites the mantra of the evildoers. Seeing Mitt Romney and Cheetolini in that orange-glow restaurant was scary enough. But to hear Romney—and Al Gore, for Pete’s sake—utter such similar statements, “We had an excellent discussion of a wide range of issues….,” sends more chills down my spine than, say, Charlton Heston’s seminal line in Soylent Green (“Soylent Green…is…peep-le”). (I know; I’ve been using horror/sci-fi analogies an awful lot).
But what’s really got me riled up right now is Cheetolini’s recent comments on (1) Intelligence Briefings and (2) the Russian hacking of our 2016 elections.
How stupid does he really think the American people are, to say that he’s so smart that he doesn’t need to hear the same thing every day…for 8 years??? Not even President, yet, and he is dismissing not just the veracity or the value of National Security Intelligence, but even the need for such information. And to presume that he will be around for 8 years?
And then, to defy the entire government over the source of the hacking makes my blood boil.
His lies about his electoral victory margin and his mandate just make me want to scream. It was not a landslide by any stretch of the imagination. And to say otherwise is just lunacy.
I could rant for days about the ginormous Conflicts of Interest already playing out—the deals with Japan and Pakistan, the Post Office Hotel in D.C., his choices for his Cabinet—Goldman-Sachs and big-business tycoons, and putting Ben Carson in charge of HUD?!?
But if I did, I would wind up going insane. And for what, I ask?
So, for now, I will continue to (1) sign petitions challenging his choices and plans (such as they are), (2) speak out—whenever I can find my “voice,” and (3) pray for a miracle, even though it has a snowball’s chance in Hell of happening.
Any one of the following miracles would work for me: (1) that the Electoral College could actually reverse the election (yeah, right); or (2) that the growing chorus of Congressmen actually goes through with their plan to investigate the Russian hackers—and while they’re at it, all the glaring conflicts of interest already happening; or (3) that the Congress will refuse to confirm some of his outlandish picks for department heads.
One thing’s for certain: I will not go quietly into this dark, bad night.