Recently and to my lament, I defied my guideline by engaging in protracted Facebook exchanges and worse, twice disregarded my rule of generating personal comments. Whether valid or deserved, nothing positive ever emanates from these exchanges. Responses ended similarly, suggesting that I “lighten up” and “ease up.” Indeed, the assent of Donald Trump troubles me more than that of any politician in my lifetime. An engaged Democrat, I am unafraid of change, welcome opposing views and on balance hold moderate, centrist political beliefs. I fear however, Trump’s authoritarian instincts, narcissistic personality, contempt for honesty, failed business history, and utter disrespect for the office of the President. So instead of adding to the list of my social media indiscretions, below find my response to those suggesting that I “lighten up.”
I’ll lighten up.
When we have a President who understands the consequences of his actions, doesn’t engage in the spread of disinformation and can refrain from personally targeting every person with the audacity to challenge his veracity.
I’ll be happy to ease up.
I’ll even take it easy.
When the new head of the Small Business Administration’s political career surpasses the experience of spending almost $100 million of her own money to lose two campaigns for the US Senate, after co-founding the largest purveyor of fake reality.
When the most proximate national security advisor to the President is not someone who dabbles in spreading fake news and hasn’t earned the reputation from subordinates as having a loose relationship with the facts.
I’ll lay off.
When our Vice President doesn’t qualify as one of our nation’s most extreme governors and when the incoming President provides more than lip service to quelling the hatred unleashed by his campaign to win this vaulted office.
For those arguing I haven’t provided Trump a fair chance; I’ll happily acknowledge his success. But with perhaps the most ideologically aligned cabinet in history, combined with the continuation of his disunifying speeches and tweets and reckless preparatory practices, Trump’s road to Presidential fitness remains steep.
So, to the next person that goes Claytie Williams on me, don’t be surprised with a dose of the sharp-tongued ghost of Ann Richards. Because for me, and 65,432,201 other citizens, it’s far too personal to lighten up.