{"id":6114,"date":"2024-09-16T17:49:43","date_gmt":"2024-09-16T15:49:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=6114"},"modified":"2024-09-16T17:49:43","modified_gmt":"2024-09-16T15:49:43","slug":"please-go-away-please","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=6114","title":{"rendered":"Please Go Away, Please"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/monster.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"400\" height=\"375\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/monster.jpg?resize=400%2C375&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-4430\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/monster.jpg?w=400&amp;ssl=1 400w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/monster.jpg?resize=300%2C281&amp;ssl=1 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>In August, 2015 I was visiting my family in Bucks County when I remember hearing about Donald Trump for the first time. To be clear, this was the first time I had heard about Donald Trump the presidential candidate, not Trump the casino owner, hotelier, or reality show joke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Everyone was abuzz about his stupid fucking golden escalator. I listened to what he said and instantly applied a Gertrude Stein-esque observation: there\u2019s no there there. He said all these words, but no phrases coalesced into meaning, no words teamed up to act as purveyor of a point, a salient observation, or anything that made much sense. In the thousands of words he spewed, he didn\u2019t say a damn thing. Everyone once in a while he said \u2018build the wall!\u2019 and that got people going. Probably because he\u2019d finally said something they could decipher. &nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was then I made a mistake. I sauntered up to my laptop, sat down, opened Facebook, and typed up a delicious and witty attack on the orange ball of venomous gas. I clicked enter and awaited the legions of appreciative responses surely on the way to me. For I had made sense and nobody I knew could support such an idiot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I was wrong. Bigly time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I was attacked by a swarm of angry Facebook friends. I was stunned, but it was clear: I had misjudged the zeitgeist. A friend wrote in the wake of these attacks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHey, saw you get knocked around on Facebook. This country is completely different from the one you left \u2013 at Christmas. We\u2019re in trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He was right. We were in trouble. We had no idea what was about to come. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In grad school pragmatics, we learned that rage is a temporary emotion, but nobody has told that to Captain One Inch, who has been unleashing a stream of rage for a decade. Since he rolled down that escalator, the orange bag of feces has done nothing but cry and whine, bitch and moan, attack and cry victim. It\u2019s day-in and day-out. Not one time in the last 9 years have I heard anything uttered or seen anything written by this man that isn\u2019t dripping with attacks, accusations, belligerence, misery, and bile. Not one tweet that says simply \u2018Merry Christmas!\u2019 or \u2018Happy Birthday!\u2019 or \u2018What a great win, [enter sports team here]!\u2019 Never in that time has this man talked about music, a musician, a movie, or an actor without an attack. Not one time in this past decade has he reached out to compliment a person who isn\u2019t him. And even in the tweets when he compliments himself, he always makes sure to smack someone else with collateral damage. For each time the orange clown gets a compliment, it comes at the expense of someone else \u2013 usually the person actually responsible for the thing he\u2019s taking credit for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I have never hidden my dislike of this man. He was a shit from day one and he has grown nothing but fetid since. As the days go on and things look worse and worse for him, he becomes quite literally more unhinged and more insane. He lost an election, but his fragile little ego can\u2019t handle it, so he has thus tried his hardest to destroy the very basis of American democracy. &nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;m so tired. I think everyone is. The people who support him, those who know he&#8217;s a fraud, those who claim not to care. We are all so tired. I think many of us \u2013 secretly or not \u2013 want to be done with him. We\u2019re in a toxic relationship, one in which we have had a morbid curiosity for a long time. (The first thing I do on Reddit is look for politics news.) Sure, we feed off the toxicity and the bile. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But isn\u2019t enough, enough? Can\u2019t we just be rid of this awful man?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It\u2019s now that there\u2019s hope that I am most nervous. What if he wins again? What if, just as we are on the precipice of eliminating him from our daily intake, all these massive attempts to suppress votes and decertify results works and we are stuck with an actual illegitimate president who most of the country despises? These are thoughts I almost can\u2019t bear. I just want Donald to go away forever. \u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In August, 2015 I was visiting my family in Bucks County when I remember hearing about Donald Trump for the first time. To be clear, this was the first time I had heard about Donald Trump the presidential candidate, not Trump the casino owner, hotelier, or reality show joke. 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