Whether it was time or volition, I wasn't able to catalog the bread and circus of what will undoubtedly be written down for historical purposes as "The Press Conference". I was doing something much more worthwhile that day in watching my daughter's preschool play -- they were on a bear hunt.
There are two Americas now. Not liberals versus conservatives. Not the coasts versus everything in-between. Not the haves versus the have nots. Not whites versus non-whites. The two Americas, as I process them, are the eyes open versus the eyes closed. I write it this way because the eyes open see a savage dog and pony show by a con man. The eyes closed folks see whatever they want -- a savior, a revolution, a means to an end, a vessel for hatred.
But there is one other group within the big tent of the eyes closed folks -- those who don't want to see anything. The head down, "I take care of my family" types who voted for Donald Trump and now don't want to own it. They are starting to understand what they awoke in the darkness. My feeling is that this particular group is growing fast and doubling down on ignorance. Too busy rushing the kids to endless activities and filling prescriptions at the pharmacy to have time to acknowledge what's happening. I will be keenly observing this group over the next eighteen months. Can they be awoken from their slumber? And even if they won't publicly acknowledge how they've endangered us all for a tax break, might they do it at the ballot box? I'm very worried that the answer to this second question is no -- self-reflection is in short supply these days.
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The last four weeks have demonstrated that President Trump is unable to govern. So last night he reflexively started campaigning again. Campaigning not for election but simply for love. He is Jay Gatsby, feeding the party and the people's primitive compulsion to dance around fire. Popularity is his Daisy Buchanan, ultimately unreachable. Steve Bannon is Meyer Wolfsheim, shady, unprincipled and not invested in the President's fate. And then there's Paul Ryan -- so ambitious that "he doesn't know he's alive." Will the Speaker ever understand that he is George Wilson?