It took me a while to figure it out.
I'm stuck in an alternate universe.
All that time believing an orange blob slithered into the Oval Office with the help of hard core Apprentice fans, Russia's help, and a Republican party that was castrated in 2016, had to have happened in another universe.
Right? All I have to do is rapidly blink my eyes three times and I'm back in the real world.
That was just a bad dream, America being hit with a deadly epidemic with no leadership to guide the nation. Thousands dying needlessly because no plan was in place.
All I have to do is blink three times and the pandemic will go away. Right?
Isolation is a funny thing. It leaves us with too much time to think. To imagine. To dream out loud. I find myself in a zone where the real and the imaginary are at odds, because I don't like the reality that has crippled this country.
I hate what Trump is doing, and has done to this nation. The harm that he's inflicted, that in some cases will last a generation. I hate seeing the country so polarized it can not even unite to fight a common enemy - the coronavirus.
It hurts my head to know the worst president the USA has ever had, is killing people because of his greed and stupidity. His inability to listen to experts in any field. It's like living in a badly written novel with little hope of a happy ending.
All I have to do is blink three times and everything will be okay. Right?