While the Abyss Beckons

There are a few real and disturbing details that we need to come to serious terms with:
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First and foremost, the president of the United States of America is out of his fucking mind. This is something that was obvious to any of us who had bothered to pay even cursory attention to the Donald Trump phenomenon since he burrowed his way into the national spotlight three-and-a-half decades ago. Secondly, it is now pitifully obvious that this president - your president - is an agent (possibly a paid agent) of a dangerous and hostile foreign government. The good news is that he is no longer a "secret" agent - not to those of us who have been smart enough to pay attention.

I need to share with you my first exposure to The Donald:

It was not with the 1985 publication of The Art of the Deal. It was about two years before that. You see, I was working at the about-to-be-opened Trump Tower, as a metal worker. I was with a crew that was polishing and lacquering the brass railings that guided visitors from the entrance into the interior of the lobby. The foreman on the crew I was working with was an Italian immigrant named Frank Amato. As I was standing next to Frank, The Donald approached us with one of his pathetic, little sycophantic flunkies in tow. Here is the conversation exactly as it happened:

TRUMP: What's that chemical he's using in my railings?
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FRANK: Well, Mr. Trump. this is a chemical called "Noxon". It is used....

At that moment, the sycophantic flunky interrupted him:

SYCOPHANTIC FLUNKY: No. When Mr. Trump asks you a question, you direct your answer directly to me.

In other words:

YOU LITLE GUINEA PIECE-OF-SHIT, YOU'RE NOT WORTHY TO LOOK DONALD TRUMP IN THE EYE.

I witnessed this exchange with my very own eyes. Fast forward thirty six years: this asshole is our president! Ain't that something?
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I always wanted to meet a president - current president, future president or ex-president  - it didn't make a damned bit of difference. Pity me that my fate would force me to meet Donald Trump in 1983. Damn you, fate!

I must admit that, last night, while viewing the moment that  Donald Trump and Kim Jong Un shook hands, I was struck by the majesty of the moment. Then again, when realizing that these are the two most unhinged despots on the entire planet, the other part of me said - LOUDLY - This is going to end badly.

Idiot Nation.

Tom Degan
Goshen, NY