Stop Pretending Trump is Not Who We Are
I remember when Donald Trump was not normal.
I remember when Trump was a fever that would break.
I remember when Trump was running as a joke.
I remember when Trump was best covered in the entertainment section.
I remember when Trump would never become the Republican nominee.
I remember when Trump couldn’t win the general election.
I remember when Trump’s attacks on John McCain were disqualifying.
I remember when Trump’s “Access Hollywood” tape would force him out.
I remember when Trump was James Comey’s fault.
I remember when Trump was the news media’s fault.
I remember when Trump won because Hillary Clinton was unlikable.
I remember when 2016 was a fluke.
I remember when the office of the presidency would temper Trump.
I remember when the adults in the room would contain him.
I remember when the Ukraine phone call went too far.
I remember when Trump learned his lesson after the first impeachment.
I remember when Jan. 6 would be the end of Trump’s political career.
I remember when the 2022 midterms meant the country was moving on.
I remember when Trump’s indictments would give voters pause.
I remember when Trump’s felony convictions would give voters pause.
I remember when Trump would win because Joe Biden was old.
I remember when Kamala Harris’s joy would overpower Trump’s fearmongering.
I remember when Trump was weird.
I remember when Trump was not who we are.