Note To A Friend

I feel the same way you do about the lunatic woke left. Many in my orbit feel the same way. The Bill Maher brigade feels the same way. Many millions of us, ex-leftists in the same center or even center-right boat because the left became a complete insane asylum between ‘18 and ‘24.  

The validity of our observations about the thankfully weakened but still persistent progressive left cabal is what matters to me…the basis of our bond…what I share with you and care deeply about…our basic foundational allegiance.

And Trump is clearly losing it…an obviously malignant mind…the Greenland thing is just off-the-reservation nuts…that horrifically vulgar East Wing ballroom…blatantly lying about poor Renee Good (who, yes, brought about her own demise because she panicked in the face of odious ICE vibes)… calling the honorable Jack Smith an “animal who shouldn’t be practicing law”…the Sopranos vibe he radiated in Davos. 

I cherish my personal memories of JFK, whose grace and eloquence and movie-star magnetism and general aura of intellectual rigor…a projection (never mind the underlying reality) that mattered so much to so many…(his private sexual behavior was another matter is a separate shoe box)…

Even Reagan, whom I never admired or related to culturally in the ‘80s…even Reagan exuded a climate of sanity before his age-related frailties set in …even Nixon in a certain light!…the general 20th Century climate of semi-sensible Oval Office policy or at least a semblance of that…

You know as well as I that the once more-or-less intact dignity of the office has been degraded by our sociopathic bully boss… a beast who has truly poisoned the culture and coarsened the national conversation.…a blathering, muttering, heavy-lidded, stream-of-consciousness, foam-at-the-mouth Queens gangster who has strange bruises on his hands and can’t even walk in a straight line.