Because one day, even though this feels like a nightmare that never ends, he will be. He’ll take his last breath in, let it out, then 8 billion souls will exhale too.
Will his cult suddenly snap out of it? Will the political entity formerly known as the Republican Party ever admit what the rest of the world sees that they don’t? That they’ve been in the thrall of an evil, corrupt sociopath for over a decade?
Will the Democrats convene another autopsy to discuss amongst themselves how to better deal with another such monster rising on the horizon?
And what of our allies? How long will it take before they ever trust America again, if ever? Canada in particular took the brunt of his wrath. Will they just forgive and forget on day one? I seriously doubt it. He made a special point to insult their sovereignty. Even their right to exist as an independent state. Our closest ally, ever, and he treats them like a vassal state to us.
Will cartographers edit all the world’s maps to read Gulf of Mexico again once he gone? Will the people of Mexico accept our forgiveness when POTUS 48 begs for it?
And how about the people of Ukraine? Our “leader” mocked and humiliated theirs during their most desperate hours, live on television, for all the world to see. That vile incident, only a few years after he tried to extort that same brave man for a political “favor.” Will they forgive us?
Will the chaos caused by his tariffs do lasting damage to struggling nations? Will they go to the UN and demand restitution for the harm his idiocy has done to their economies? I’d consider it if I were them.
Will the justices of the United States Supreme Court reflect back on how they dealt with his manipulations? On how he played them like a cheap fiddle? On the Dobbs case? On upholding already-established civil rights legislation? On expanding executive immunity when they did?
Will there be a shakeup in our national media at long last, to define and label what is ‘news’ and what is propaganda? The fact is, had it not been for one trashy tabloid cable channel in particular, his political journey would have ended at the bottom of his golden escalator. At some point, the unchecked powers of liars masquerading as journalists will have to be addressed. It MUST be, or we’re doomed to spend eternity wasting time swatting down lies, rather than realizing the promises outlined by the founders.
Alas, he’s not gone yet. But it’s coming. It may be 3-1/2 years off, it may be next month, it could be tomorrow.
My hope is, on that glorious day, that the memory of his tenure won’t be treated in the same manner past presidents have been. No official currency or postage stamps bearing his likeness. No statues of him. Just once the dust settles, let the writers write and the town criers cry out with the TRUTH.
That seventy years after the bloody demise of fascism in Europe, a narcissist arose in America who tried to resurrect it in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.
And—time will tell—failed.
Watch this space.

Bruce Linder
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