I’m not going to say that Donald Trump is the leader of a cult, but I’m telling you that he’s cult adjacent. That’s funny to me when you stop to consider that some of the people from my life who are members of the Cheeto Temple are the same folks that said the same thing about me and Rush Limbaugh back when I was 20-ish. Memories are short.
In the end, it’s really not surprising. We have become accustomed to—addicted by—anger, drama, and chaos. We had four years of Joe Biden and his lack of drama that we missed it. We demand that our media both sides and make horse races out of politics and elections and then cry about it publicly. Privately, we need the horse race, and the drama, and the both sides-ism. We can’t live without it. So, now, we don’t have to. We have four years of anger, drama, and chaos. We get what we deserve.
We deserve this next four years of hell because of the previous forty where we have allowed the Limbaughs and Hannitys and Becks and Olbermanns and Maddows to tell us what we’re supposed to think. Critical thought is no longer required in this society, just flip the switch on your radio or TV and flip the switch off your brain. “No thoughts to think, no tears to cry, down to the very last breath…we have amused ourselves to death.”
The other thing I can’t help but think as I see the line of ass kissing from Tim, Zuck, Jeff, Elon, Sundai, and Satya is that we have handed the country over to the Tech Bros. It doesn’t give me the warm fuzzies. The Tech Bros will undoubtedly view this opportunity to remake the US in their incel-infused image, which will solidify the idea that women are less-than, that their way is the only way. They’ll sooner put the torch to this country—to democracy itself—than to admit their eventual failure. Make no mistake, they will fail. They will fail because the country is not a product or a platform, and when you fail at the country level people get marginalized, injured, or dead.
That’s enough for today. I have some weeding to do, which I’ll share with you tomorrow.