If I can buy a microwave that is a hotline to Barack Obama, I would like to do that, even though I don’t have the counter space.
I mean, really, it would take up my whole counter. I would have to buy precut vegetables and throw out all my cutting boards. I’d have to mix anything that required mixing on the stove, or maybe on top of the laundry machine, or in another room. Despite living in a comfortably-sized apartment in a building which does not move, I have less counter space than your typical galley. But I would have this microwave.
A few well-meaning Republicans have reached out to me, either one-to-one personally or on television, to say “hey, I know how you’re feeling because we were scared about Obama.” It’s a kind thing to do and I appreciate it.
However, I’d draw your eyes to a better comparison: how you felt about Obama is how we felt about second-term George W. Bush. Worried about economic collapse and financial regulations that didn’t work. Concerned about the national debt. Confused and angry and frightened about military interventions that were and weren’t happening. Afraid we were going to lose our civil rights. Worried that America was losing its moral standing in the world and wasn’t the country we recognized anymore. Unsure that the schools were going to teach our values to our kids.
I could drill down on some differences in the details, but in broad strokes it’s pretty similar fear. I wrote some poems about it at the time. Despite our worries, most of us could acknowlege that Bush was a good family man who meant well, and we loved his wife (similar again), although there were some fringe folks who subscribed to a crazy conspiracy theory (Obama: secret muslim birtherism, wants to destroy America literally. Bush: personally planned 9/11, wants to destroy America literally.)
So really, the thing to do is to compare Trump to Bush. Do they strike you as anything similar? Me, no.
Regardless of how you feel about NAFTA or any of their domestic policies (for me, complicated and varying), how implausible was it to have not one but THREE neighboring political leaders slash treaty partners this good looking? This meeting was in June. Not even Roland Emmerich could have gotten away with an implausible shot like this.
Schneider says: There will be no more genuine smiling in presidential photos. Just a look of anguished doom.
Romie: Believe it or not, I’m trying as hard as I can to give Trump the benefit of the doubt. Currently I ascribe to the narrative that Trump is actually the frog prince, but got stuck in an era of widespread democracy, which kept him trapped. He ran a bunch of beauty pageants in the hopes that one of the crowned winners would count as sufficiently princess to give him a kiss and break the spell, but it didn’t work. He got angrier and angrier, and started just grabbing attractive women (can’t help it) because he’s desperate at this point to turn back into a human before he dies of old froggy age.
Eventually, he decided his only chance to meet a (narrowly defined by the spell it seems) real princess is to become a head of state and do major outreach to authoritarian governments. He’s so keen on it he started making foreign policy tweets even before inaguration! Hopefully, a female member of the royal family of Brunei, Swaziland, Saudi Arabia, or Oman will give him a peck on the cheek right after he’s sworn in, and our/Trump’s long nightmare will be over.
Gabriela says: My president makes me puke. I detest him… if you knew the cynisism behind that smile you would too.
Romie: You are correct that I’m commenting on the image rather than the personalities. I never know how much of a slant there is on US coverage of Mexican politics. I’m aware at least of the recent protests, and I’ve heard about a few of the scandals but without the context to understand how serious they are. If there’s anything specific you’d recommend I read, even if I have to run it through Google translate, I’d appreciate the help. He’s out soon, though, right? 6 year max term if I remember right?
Gabriela: Yes, I will send you links.