I pride myself on my ability to retain as friends people who don’t share my political beliefs.
Part of this is practical. There’s never been a politician I’ve been particularly enamored with, and the type of people who align themselves completely with one weird me out. It would be hard to think of a group of people to whom this applies more than those who still support Trump.
I know some people who voted for him. The majority either regretted it immediately and said so, or simply stopped talking about him. I’m cool with those people. We all fuck up.
Then you have people who voted for him, and are not only proud of it, but seem to really believe he’s doing a great job. That 36% of the electorate Is still humping his leg like a dog. They seem convinced that everything wrong with this country is being systematically destroyed, and all the nation’s potential greatness is finally being uncaged.
My window into this mindset comes courtesy of a former Facebook friend. When I first learned that she was supporting Trump during the primaries, I thought it was a joke. She was a sharp, fiercely intelligent woman, and we would message each other relentlessly about “Project Runway.” She was also an immigrant, and I would have just assumed that Trump’s xenophobia would be an instant deal breaker for her.
It wasn’t. We talked less and less as 2016 dragged on, but I retained her friendship, in the vain hope that once the election was over, she would sober up and come back to reality. Unfortunately for both me and the rest of human race, Trump won the election, and within hours of his being sworn in, she started in right away with talking about deportation, smashing ISIS, how Obama was the most horrible president ever, the Hillary Clinton Murder Count, etc. She had turned into Alex Jones.
It pained me to do so, but I unfriended her. I just couldn’t read that shit. It was too painful. But some part of me still held out hope that a president of such monumental fuckup proportions could not retain his acolytes for long, and she would come to her senses.
Predictably, nothing of the sort has happened. She does, however, keep her Facebook page public, and every so often I check out what she has to say, like an oncologist tracking how much a fatal tumor has metastasized.
Today I saw that she has a photo of Scaramucci as her profile picture. She wrote as a status update that droopy-eyed neo-Nazi creepazoid Stephen Miller “is killing it.” She wrote that the Democrats “have bet their political future on importing lots of low skill, poor people in need of government assistance.” She also wrote this:
“I wrote a couple of days ago that Trump finally found his groove. The announcements of the DOJ taking on Affirmative Action and Cotton/Purdue taking on our legal immigration system means that Trump is going back on offense. There is only one big problem left to deal with: Jeff Sessions.”
There’s no rational response to any of this, and the idea that she might snap out of it, well… that ship has sailed. She believes that the imaginary is real and that her every view has been vindicated.
I can’t see the Donald Trump presidency having a happy ending, and the people who are still on board with him have made it clear that where he goes, they follow. They sound like battered wives, rationalizing staying with the man who beats them every day.
If you have a friend who still supports the president and you’re holding out hope that logic will prevail, forget it. Your friend will only be freed of the shackles of Trump worship when he or she is found face down in a pile of bodies, polystyrene cup of poisoned punch in their cold, dead hand.