We are one of the most empowered groups of humans that has ever lived.
Yet here we are, watching and hoping that our dear leader somehow catches a clue. We huddle passively, convincing ourselves to be as powerless as the people in North Korea.
Why do we do that? We pretend to be so brave when we write editorials about our stupid president, but in the face of genuine danger, we run squealing back behind his knees. What happens when your dad can’t actually kick that other dad’s ass?
What happens when the man your dad messed with is legitimately crazy? Rooting for Donald Trump is the Duck and Cover of our generation. We say it because the truth is so much worse. There is nothing he can do to make this better, because he will never not be himself.