Many people take drugs because they believe it will make them feel Great Again. At first, many people took the drug called Trump because was fun! Even for those opposed to taking it ~ it was entertaining, although sometimes crudely and rudely so. It made us laugh. It made us cry. It made us sigh. It made us high. But then, for the one out of ten people in the world who are, for whatever reasons, prone to addiction ~ first they took the drug called Trump, and then the drug called Trump them.
Then came indignant denial. They thought Trump couldn’t possibly take over their lives. They had willpower and might. They were right. Everyone else was wrong. They were just trying to ruin the high. The drug called Trump promised to build a wall between us and caravans of people who were threats to our security of becoming Great Again. Those opposed to the proliferation of Trump were trying to deprive decent people of what they need: more Trump. They clamored for a wall around themselves, that the wall did not wall others out as much as it walled them in.
At first, they thought the wall around them would be paid for by someone else. But then the drug called Trump told them that the cost would be our own. By then, that made sense. They were into the drug deeply and had become too much of a pickle to go back to being a cucumber. Come hell or high water, they would stand by their drug called Trump. It had become a matter of life and death
But whatever we have will never be enough to satiate the raging hunger of what we have unleashed. Eventually, the drug called Trump will come around and seize your self-esteem, relationships, and willpower. The whisper of “follow me to greatness” will be transformed into “pay the piper.”
Perhaps America’s addiction to the drug called Trump will eventually wear off. Perhaps this descent into addiction will end peacefully, quietly, and without consequences like withdrawal and unraveling. But not before we hit bottom. Ask any recovering addict, there is no recovery without having first hit bottom; and that bottom can be a horrifying place to be. Where is this bottom? When will the descent end and the recovery begin? Ask God. Ask your neighbor. Ask yourself. Maybe recovery has already begun. Maybe, as an individual and as a nation we will put the drug down.
The darkest hour is just before the dawn. Look! Here comes the sun!
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