(Credit: LMIII (@artiste643)
[NOTE: 'Drumpf' is the real family name of the President-elect and the name I'll use to refer to this loutish know-nothing henceforth. After Drumpf's congressional lackeys do his bidding, as seems likely even now, and try to revise the libel laws to his liking --- part of the constitutional revision process he'll undertake, like so much else he's promised, "on my first day in office" --- I may come to regret this post. But for now, perhaps naively, I'll assume my First Amendment rights are strong enough to survive even him.]
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I stopped smoking. I started drinking tea. Tea --- me! I even bought a teapot. And now, as we near the first monthly anniversary of Drumpf's President-electedness, after a two-month sciatic flare-up and nearly two and a half years of silence, I and my now nearly decade-old blog, WALKING IS TRANSPORTATION, are finding our voice again, prompted by the ascent to national leadership of our own home-grown autocrat --- a millionaire's son from Jamaica Estates, Queens --- whom the multitudes, including the majority of voters in my own New York City borough of Staten Island, claim as one of their own.
Though its antecedents in history are clear enough, the Drumpf phenomenon has defied the attempts of journalists, Washington insiders, academics and others considered experts to chart its course or predict its outcome. What I think is at least possible, perhaps likely, is a flowering of the arts and of political organizing and protest, as the truth about who Drumpf is, what he represents and what he wants become clear --- one hopes, especially to those who bought his lies. ###