They can’t help themselves. Any more than the scorpion can stop himself from stinging the frog.
Who are these ungrateful corpses, middle America must have been asking. Good question. (Can you imagine how much money Pelosi has made in the stock market since Trump was elected? What does she have to be so upset about?)
Oh, that’s easy. The one thing that concerns her and her kind far, far more than anything else: the loss of her power. The divine prerogative to boss an entire nation around—to bend us lesser sorts to her will, to see us forced to dance to any tune she calls and to yield to her every whim—means more to her than life itself does. In fact, for her it IS life. Nothing else will ever come close.
And now it’s gone, most likely for good.
More jobs? No applause. Higher wages? No applause. Lowest black unemployment in history? Crickets. ISIS disappearing? Zzzz…
What’s wrong with these people? Don’t they know nobody loves a sorehead? You think Colin Kaepernick could be elected president?
And why were they so depressed, you may ask? Easy. Here’s what they knew and what we all know. Trump is here to stay — for the next seven years. And they’re going to have to live with it.
Not necessarily. I suggest a bight of rope and a tall tree, a long walk off a short pier, or a nice long nap on an active railroad track, myself. But I guess that’s just too much to hope for.