Life on the Other Side of Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll
I was tired of being enraged every time I logged on to Twitter, so in November, I blocked Donald Trump. Whenever his Tweets made it into my feed — usually because a friend had retweeted him — they would be grayed out by a message that said “this tweet is unavailable.” For a moment I’d think that 45 had deleted an offensive, dishonest, or stupid tweet, and then I’d remember that his tweets were unavailable because I’d blocked him. I was frequently disappointed, but I was never surprised.
I unblocked Trump last month. There’s no way to avoid his tweets, on or off Twitter, and I thought reading them firsthand, surrounded by the pro-Trump mob that I work hard to ignore, might explain how we got to where we are, or at least diminish my constant state of WTF.
I learned to manage my disgust every time Not-My-President tweeted by thinking about the Republican response to his tweets: Paul Ryan banging his head against a wall until he knocked himself unconscious or Mitch McConnell crying tears that, unimpeded by a chin, fell like torpedoes from his small dead eyes. It was not enough.
On Wednesday I tiptoed into the world of #MAGA on Twitter and responded to a woman named Dana. She believes in God, Family, Country and Trump, and her Twitter bio quotes Mahatma Ghandi. “Be the change you wish to see in the world,” it reads, which leads me to believe she wishes the world to be phenomenally stupid. She replied to a tweet from Josh Groban, who eloquently told a troll to fuck off. Dana thought his language was unbecoming, given that he was a role model; I thought it was odd that Dana was offended by a musician using “fuck,” but ok with the president ( a role model by default) grabbing ’em by the pussy. It felt good, but it didn’t soothe me the way I hoped it would. I retreated.
Until Dana, the only Trump supporter I’d ever communicated with was an Uber driver. She liked Trump because she met him when she was skating for Disney on Ice back home in Texas. “He thought the show was great, and he was super nice to me,” she said. Almost a year later, this remains the only time I’ve heard anyone come up with a reason to support Trump that wasn’t insane, stupid, or cruel.
While we’re worrying about poor Mika and Joe (who can surely take care of themselves), or the dignity of the presidency (as if there’s any dignity left), he’s on his way to a golf course, delighted that his most recent display of idiocy will keep the special investigation out of the news cycle, if not for as long as his travel ban keeps refugees out of America, at least until after the holiday.
Not-My-President’s Mika tweets were not OK, but they were no less ok than what he’s said about other women, from Alicia Machado (“Miss Piggy”) to Megyn Kelly (“Blood coming out of her whatever!”) and Carly Fiorina (“Look at that face! Would anyone vote for that?”). Every time we say that he’s finally done it — that he’s crossed a line with his most recent outburst — we move the line further away.
He’s a pig, a bully, and an embarrassment. That may be news to @Dana, but we can’t let it be news to us. #stayfocused, #nothingwrongwithmybubble, and #fuckdonaldtrump.