An interesting thing about blogs is that they’re searchable, so I can tell you with certainty that the first time Donald Trump’s name showed up on my blog was in a post from 12/31/2013. It was a neutral reference.
Marshall likes to say “Go to your room!” and “You’re being naughty!” and “You’re fired!” It’s obvious where he got the first two phrases, but where did he learn the third? I can’t recall ever firing him. Has he been secretly watching episodes of “The Apprentice?” (That’s a reference to a reality show starring Donald Trump; his catchphrase is “You’re fired!”)
The next mention was on 3/5/2016. I wrote,
My husband and I were watching a recording of the most recent Republican debate on YouTube last night. The kids were bored by it, but they insisted on staying with us while we watched it. We didn’t think they were listening to the debate or to our running commentary on it until Marshall referred to Trump as “the one with the small hands.”
Ha-ha. The Donald would have loved to hear that, I’m sure. He brought it upon himself, though. No one vying for the presidency should be referring, directly or indirectly, to the size of their various body parts!
The next references were after the 2016 election, on 12/10/2016 and 12/26/2016.
Donald Trump is currently the president-elect of the United States. He’s a strange, scary choice to lead this country. He does and says things daily that terrify me. His repeated attacks on the media are particularly worrisome. He seems to have a special hatred for The New York Times, but he’ll take potshots at any person or organization who dares to portray him in a less-than-flattering light….I think that that’s unethical and dangerous behavior for a future president, but there’s nothing I can do to stop him….
It was a tough Christmas season. The election of Donald Trump threw a pall over the whole year’s end, and it seemed like everyone was grumpy….
At first I sought comfort in humor. A reference from 9/16/2017 shows as much.
Just a few months ago I read a piece [David Sedaris] wrote for The Paris Review about the election of Donald Trump. In the same way that he found comfort in saying, “I’m not alone. I’ve got Cher,” I found comfort in saying, “I’ve got David Sedaris.” Everything is OK, because David Sedaris is laughing with me about this big, dark, ugly joke.
By 9/28/2018, my anger was palpable every time I mentioned his name.
The Republican party has become rotten to its core. It’s not just Trump and his constant attacks against Democrats, the free press, women, minorities, and our allies around the world, while he cozies up to dictators, undermines all sane environmental policies, and takes from the poor and the middle class to give to the rich, himself included….
By 1/1/2019, I was beaten down and seeking solace in the small things in my own life.
The thing is, I want to fix the world, but I can’t. I can’t depose Donald Trump, or even take his Twitter away. I cannot cure our broken healthcare system. I cannot solve the problem of climate change. I cannot prevent war or end famine, or even convince TV producers that entertainment doesn’t have to be gritty, gory, and tragic in order to be good.
But I might be able to clean up my house…
By 3/21/20 the pandemic had hit, and Trump was not up to the task of managing it. I wrote,
It astounds me every single day that Donald Trump is still president. He should have been removed months, even years, ago because he is so clearly, so frighteningly, and so heartbreakingly unfit for the position….
Today is November 2, 2020. Trump’s horribleness has crept onto my blog far too many times over the last four years. But today, on the cusp of the 2020 election, I am hopeful that soon I’ll have no reason to ever mention his name again. Oh, how I hope Biden wins!