Alright, so who else besides me has pretty much had it with the “Trumpertantrums” ruling the news these days? Yes, I’m a political junkie, but the Donald has pushed me to embrace a salutary fast from obsessive media megaphoning of this distressingly hollow man.
T. S. Eliot’s insightful poem is sadly apt:
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw …
While Eliot’s poem hints at a piercing longing for God within all that vacuity, it also ends on a note of cynical desolation:
… This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
(Um, yes, you can see why I need to fast from the Donald.)
To listen to the Trumpers, the country is a mess and the world is pretty much coming to an end.
But don’t let their tantrums fool you. President Obama’s approval rating recently hit a three-year high of 50 percent. This compares to George W. Bush’s 32 percent rating and Ronald Reagan’s 51 percent rating at the end of their presidencies...
Dear Christine, Hello and THANKS! This is really nice ~ GOOD to hear!
Gratefully! Sr.Elizabeth