Sadist

 

Last Friday, what's left of Trump's Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) slammed the door in North Carolina's face, saying that Gov. Josh Stein's request for an extension of 100% of the federal cost share for debris removal and emergency protective measures in the aftermath of Hurricane Helene were "not warranted."

The president and his henchmen have swept away so much that was good about the Federal government. They did so with relish, with obvious joy at the destruction. The man himself always gloats when he causes others much pain. Take his Oval Office ambushes of Volodymyr Zelenskyy and Cyril Ramaphosa, meant to inflict the maximum of embarrassment and discomfort and actual anguish. That's what he loves: the embarrassment and discomfort and actual anguish of others.

We call that sadism, the delight in the pain that can be induced in others. I have little capacity for understanding why a man this twisted has become the idol of millions, worshipped not for his good deeds but for the size of other people's misery. Until we vote. Until we vote.

Until we vote I go to my garden and bury my hands in soil. On my knees I take care of plants. But don't be fooled by my kneeling posture, because I am only bending to nurture, not bending to the sadist, this evil, incredibly evil man. I am praying to all the earth gods and the sky gods to give me and every other resister in this nation the resolve to stand when the time comes and vote against every person who holds allegiance to that man by belonging to the same sadist party.

I know no other way to salvage any goodness in this world.