Here I am. Ready and willing. To play the blame game. For
the emergence of Donald Trump. As our president. I’ll take some of the blame.
By assuming. That I could have done more. To prevent this gawdawful disaster. Everyone
of us played a role. If for no other reason than indifference. Early on. In
Trump’s rise to power. We looked the other way. We didn’t fully recognize the
threat. The same in Nazi Germany. Germans woke up with Hitler. Italians with
Mussolini. Russians with Stalin. We all got what we deserved. At the time. The sad part.
Is not recognizing our fatal flaws. Until it was too late. Personally, I’d
like to blame the likes of my sister Babs and my dear friend Rosie. Both of
them ardent Trump boosters. Even now. And maybe to the end. But hey, I’m to blame,
too. An American. Who let it happen. Now.
I have to work to fix the problem. A day at a time. Knowing that I probably won’t have Babs and
Rosie on my side. Yes. That’s the demoralizing side of life. Disappointment. You win some. And lose some.
Not everyone is with you. But you forge ahead anyway. And do the right thing. --Jim Broede
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