I want to vomit

I want to vomit. I wish I could think of a more eloquent way to phrase that, but it’s really all that comes to mind. I’ve spent the past few years watching Donald Trump run roughshod over everything that matters, everything that decent people hold dear. It’s equal parts depressing, disgusting, and motivating when it comes to fighting back against him. But these past few days have taken things to a whole new level of depravity.

We all spent last week learning that Donald Trump’s immigrant concentration camps are more horrifying than we’d feared, with people drinking out of toilets, even as psychotic Border Patrol guards brag on Facebook about how much of a kick they’re getting out of it. But even as we were grappling with the reality that Trump has taken his camps to mid-period Hitler levels of horror, the news broke that yet another of Trump’s associates had been arrested on charges of being a sex offender.

We’re all waiting right now to find out if the criminal investigation into Trump’s old friend Jeffrey Epstein, which now involves alleged sex trafficking of minors across state lines, is going to uncover whatever role Trump might have played in it all. Trump has gone as far as giving a cabinet position to the prosecutor who initially let Epstein off the hook, so we know Trump’s role isn’t nothing. We don’t know specifically where this scandal is headed, but with all things Trump, we can be confident that it’ll get even uglier.

Since when does being a political analyst consist of covering the conditions in American concentration camps, and covering an underage sex trafficking scandal that may involve the President of the United States? Since Donald Trump stole the office. The entirety of his illegitimate presidency has been unnerving. There’s a danger of getting accustomed to things being this awful. But if this past week of peak Trump depravity doesn’t make you want to vomit, you’re not human.

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