Fear and loathing

I forced myself to watch Donald Trump’s acceptance speech last night. Well, the first hour of it, anyhow. It was the longest in recent history. I have nothing to say about it, or him, that hasn’t been said. My small words cannot shed light on the darkness he preaches and embodies. It’s yuuuge.

Trump wields power through hate and fear. But wait. Doesn’t perfect love cast out fear? Oh yeah? Seeing him, and the crowds shouting Lock her up! (like the Turkish crowds shouting, Execute! Like the ancient Jewish crowds, Crucify him!) makes me afraid. So yes, fear all around.

Lies (all the factchecking goes on afterward, too late to blunt the force of his rhetoric), scapegoating (those criminals coming across our borders, bringing drugs and murdering people, they are what’s making us unsafe), manipulation (I love you, I will take care of you, I will be your voice). No shame, no ethics. He speaks like a man who has sold his soul to you-know-who.

What are the acts of love that I can do, in which I can join, that will keep the evil tide from overwhelming us all? They seem so paltry. Love always does. A soft answer turneth away wrath but grievous words stir up anger. I see my King James Version Bible memory verses are coming into play after all these years.

No matter what happens in November, the damage is done. Not so much done as revealed. Donald Trump has picked the scab off our national wounds, the wounds of racism, of corporatism, elitism, the list goes on. Everything that sets us off against each other, that gives vent to resentment and disdain and ugliness, is now in the open. Nothing is hidden. We see who we-the-people are, who we have been and have become, what has been festering under the surface. How little progress we have made, who has been left behind and with what consequences. We have been given permission to show how much we hate each other.

Me too. I despise Donald Trump and I have a great deal of disdain for the other Republican leaders, the Republican Party that let itself get hijacked by a demagogue. I am trying not to hold all his shouting, hating followers in equal disdain. I suppose you could say I have been trying to put a sheath of political correctness over my own fear and anger but Donald Trump has me spewing.

What are the acts of love I can do, in which I can participate, that will keep the evil tide from overwhelming me?

Whatever happened to Love your enemies?

I liked Ivanka’s speech, her little chuckle when the crowds applauded. I confess I jumped on Melania’s plagiarism like everybody else but hey, she has great taste; she copied the best.

What does this say, I can’t love Donald Trump but I guess I can like some of his family members? That’s pretty feeble, when what this country needs is some very aggressive enemy-loving on whatever scale we can manage. I am moved by the Black Lives Matter barbecues with cops. That’s where it’s at, folks. Now that we know who our enemies are, now that we’ve spewed our vitriol, let’s start edging warily toward each other. Lay down our weapons. Practice random and organized acts of kindness. Let’s get some loving going on.

But do not, do NOT vote for that man.

GOP 2016 Debate

Republican presidential candidate, businessman Donald Trump stands during the Fox Business Network Republican presidential debate at the North Charleston Coliseum, Thursday, Jan. 14, 2016, in North Charleston, S.C. (AP Photo/Chuck Burton)

5 thoughts on “Fear and loathing

  1. Thank you for writing this. I too need to think about how to show love while surrounded with so much hate..

  2. Love IS stronger than hate… if I push it forward. I have to do my part to stand and pray for EVIL to be bound up so LOVE can flow.
    Thank you… unfortunately evil has been re-loosened, so we have a big job ahead!

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