Day of the Trumpites (a short rant)

Yes, Virginia, there really are zombies. Today, those zombies are Trumpites -- ignorant, scared people who follow a loud-mouthed bully who has no real solutions to anything. A man who craves only absolute power.

There have always been Trumpites, in every era, and in most places around the world. A bombastic, self-confident man arises in times of uncertainty, fear, and drastic change, and the zombies listen. They see what they think is salvation and they cheer for their new found “Great Leader.” They scream for the flesh of “The Other,” never noticing the yokes being placed around their own necks.

Donald Trump, like many who have gone before him, is a dangerous man who could conceivably win the power he craves. I know, I know, it seems highly unlikely. But even a casual glance at history should dispel the idea that the improbable can’t happen.

Many of us know that there are countless people who will consistently act against their own interests. We’ve watched in amazement as they vote for those who will suck the marrow from their bones.

So what do we do? All we can do is work as hard as we can to see those who hold our values and beliefs come to power. And at the same time, hope that the virus that inflicts the Trumpites doesn’t spread to a sufficient number of people to tip the balance against sanity.