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
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...