Costly confusion
What if a guy completely without character could get into the White House not once but twice? Someone whose singular brilliance was to lie and drive folks apart instead of bringing them together?
Suppose such a barren person sought out uniquely unqualified and small-minded idiots and appointed them as the top people in institutions the president wanted to downgrade to his control – say Defense, Justice and Health and Human
Services?
What if such a group of treacherous incompetents was widely supported by a majority of legislators calling themselves Republicans, who were in the main scared, spinless syncophants ready and willing to tell the top dog just how great he was at every public gathering – even if they secretly felt different but were too panic-stricken to say so out loud?
And what if such an ego-maniacal man started a needless war, costing American lives and billions of dollars, and then pretended to wave a magic wand to end that war? Even if what Trump was waving was a very small staff with a fluttering huge white flag of surrender?
And what if you felt very confused by all this – the lies, boasts, the ramblings, the endless backs and forths, and the hate cascading from the White House like Niagara Falls?
The “what if” is that you’d be doing Trump a big favor. He created your confusion, he likes your confusion. He depends on your confusion.
Your confusion is his source of strength.
Finally, what if you decided to get your head and your spirit clear and end your confusion?
What if?