To state the obvious, the words from Donald Trump’s mind are a nuclear minefield for the nation, and the shrapnel in his sentences is scorching scars.
He is an orangey oaf — who loafs in the Oval Office — and every breaking news cycle says, “Donald Trump was an ass today!”
This is no longer news, but it shouldn’t be normal.
Donald J. Trump starts verbal firefights every day.
And while he’s busy burning shit — tweet by tweet, at really racist rallies, or with sound bites from pool sprays — his supporters say it’s just tough talk.
Political pundits are quick to say what Trump voters wanted — a fighter, a counterpuncher, and someone who would “tell it like it is” to the world.
But their point fails to distinguish between tough talk and trash talk.
There is a difference; one of those two is toxic.
It’s not tough talk to call someone “horseface, a lowlife, and a dog.”
It’s not tough talk to stomp on kneeling NFL players and call them “sons of bitches.”
It’s not tough talk to say Mexico is sending “rapists and murders;” it’s not tough talk to call countries “shitholes.”
And with the heads of murdered journalists in the headlines, it’s not tough talk to call the press “the enemy of the people.”
This is a man who said “maybe the 2nd amendment people” can do something about Hillary Clinton.
He’s the one who offered to pay the legal fees for his violent supporters.
He’s the man who retweets violent images of golf balls and locomotives slamming into his political opponent and his hated news outlet.
This is the smelliest trash talk filling the land that no one should reuse or recycle.
This is toxic talk; a toxic talk that shouts with misogyny, racism, xenophobia, violence, and fascism.
And I can’t allow Trump supporters to have it both ways when it’s politically convenient.
You can’t tout a tough talker in the same person who cowered before Putin in Helsinki, who’s rosy with the world’s most brutal dictators, and then call it diplomacy and the art of the deal.
Donald Trump “telling it like it is” means the state of the union is full of lies and toxicity.
But let the record show — tough talk is not a record-breaking 4,000 lies on big and small matters; those are just lies.
The only thing “tough” about this talk is that it’s tough to tolerate. I haven’t built up a tolerance for these toxins, and I have no antibodies for his animus.
Donald Trump is the halitosis of a gasping white, supremacist, capitalistic, patriarchy and only that snarling and sniveling system can tolerate Trump.
Trump pollutes the airways, but he also channels the ghastliest garbage from the lungs of America’s constricted airways.
Only an intoxicated and toxic America can approve and excuse Trump.
Every day, Trump supporters gorge themselves on his inglorious spread of lies, disgraceful insults, male dominance, greedy tax breaks, and white supremacy.
America needs a purge, a flush, a cleanse, a fast, a detox. I wish this detox was a prepackaged special available at a nearby grocer, but I’ve looked and it’s not.
The sprawling fires Trump starts and stokes will not cool soon.
His voters and appointees aren’t going anywhere soon enough. The most soaring and cerulean Democratic waves cannot wash away or redress this red and menacing mess.
I support Eric Holder’s political kicks when they go low because something has to give.
The days of “convince and convert” are over because you can’t kill everything with kindness.
That’s why I call for the collapse of America.
The obstruction and the resistance, without a transformation, are efforts that maintain the status quo — which sucks because the former order is how we got here.
So, let the rabble-rouser in the White House make rubble of the republic.
May the free market free-fall. May the long divisions multiply. May the world see the full horror of America’s sins, stains, and shames.
We need the dysfunction of the American way to fail flatly. Hey, if Trump can’t do it, no one can!
I don’t expect the air to clear since the nasty is obvious in this nation.
The rest of us need oxygen masks and, unfortunately, the social and political masks we need aren’t available at nearby stores either.
So, if we’re going down, let’s at least be honest — tough talk isn’t the same as trash talk — this toxic talk comes from the collective soul of America.
There’s no hope for our collective soul without honesty, otherwise, it has to collapse.
As for my hope, it requires honesty too; that’s how I keep it alive even when it doesn’t thrive.
White people have no moral authority to tell Black people to be happy
Get to work and leave Bobby McFerrin alone