Bye, Bye: President Terrible

Commentary.

We knew it was coming, didn’t we, a long time ago? No, not impeachment No. 1. No, not impeachment No. 2. I’m talking the arch of his character crash merely days before his final exodus. Did it begin in the 1970s in the Big Apple with rash and in your face developer Donald Trump, who talked trash against anyone, women especially. Or the last four years as he belittled anyone who opposed him, who failed repeatedly in carrying out promised policy, like healthcare, the futile mess of the coronavirus, and other ineptitudes, and thousands of falsehoods leading to the denial of losing the presidency, amid a cascade of untruths that the election was rigged, tainted and simply wrongly counted, in ways he roused his followers to destruction and death at the Capitol. In many ways, Trump stood in the mirror of his sharpest attacks against others: nasty, terrible, loathsome , despicable, no good, in the view of many.

When Trump wouldn’t disclose his tax returns, when he embraced the wrong side at Charlottesville, when he talked about hurricanes with a Sharpie, when he, when he, when he, ……….

Remember he was going to promulgate the greatest healthcare ever. Remember when he was going to knock the coronavirus on its collective butt, yet didn’t bother wearing a mask as even a symbol to help people, and when the number of deaths soared, he disappeared, and the logistics of vaccines vanished in the maze of this presidency. Speaking of vanishing — when — where were those taxes of his anyway?

Remember when he said would not lose votes even if he shot someone on Fifth Avenue.

Remember he’s the President of the United States who has made about 20,000 false or misleading statements, according to the Washington Post.

Remember he’s the guy who said “love you” to those who erupted and trashed through the U.S. Capitol, in a riot that left 5 people dead. When his Vice President Mike Pence could have been in danger from the hoodlums, extremists and zealots, – did Trump try to intervene, and say he was sad?

He’s the one-term who’s now been impeached twice, he is Super Hit 1 in the gallery of impeachments.

He’s Super Hit Worst President.

The sad thing is, he got away with his terribleness for too long, too many of his followers looked away, too many Republicans stood by his side, and the first Democratic led impeachment process a year ago was a fiasco in its too many bungled accusations buried in legalese, and trumped by former AG Barr.

For the health of all of us, — yes even the 71 million who voted for Trump (what were they thinking?) – Wednesday shines bright, a new day. A day that Donald Trump will leave the White House.

Joe Cantlupe – Health Data Buzz

A Shaken Country

America trembled tonight.

This evening, inside the Capitol in Washington D.C. as lawmakers tried again to count the electoral college votes to reaffirm Joe Biden as the next President of the United States, there was oratory from the mouths of lawmakers covered with masks.

They were shaken. The turmoil of the Trump presidency is not flagging. Through Trump’s entreaties, chaos ruled today as his supporters attacked and rushed inside the Capitol, causing destruction, resulting in injury and even a death.

The stain on our democracy won’t be erased, said Minority Leader Chuck Schumer, senator of New York.

Too many people believed in Trump over truth, said Sen. Corey Booker of New Jersey.

There was no theft of the Trump presidency as his mob of supporters thought. Instead, Trump is stealing our soul.

We live in the shadow of the COVID-19, which reached its highest daily death count yesterday. The crowds will result in even more illness and death.

Today, even covid seemed secondary.

Our mental health, our psyche was cracked by this attack in DC.

“A house divided against itself cannot stand,” said Abraham Lincoln.

It can’t.

— Joe Cantlupe, Health Data Buzz

2021: Walking Backward

It’s over, done, but I never knew as 2020 slogged on, the pandemic year, that I would want to hold on to it, a bit more.

When many people think of 2020, it may have been a bit easier to think of gratitude and less so of happiness.

Happiness seems to crush the reality of 2020, it seems for many many people, especially those who lost loved ones because of COVID-19.

For me, too, not because of covid. My wife died a few weeks ago of cancer and yet I hold on to 2020. Only weeks before, I was drafting a story to write off 2020 as a complete disaster. Now I miss most of 2020, of course.

In her journals over the years, and in her life, Michele, an education writer, held on to moments of gratitude and happiness that she searched and lived for, and embraced with her many friends and family members. These are things I’m trying to learn.

A decade ago, she wrote: “Happy New Year and New Decade!!!!”

“I have so much to be grateful for. I can walk, jog, think, talk, connect, sing, I can learn,” she wrote.

She mentioned about being grateful for her family and even a 22-inch snow, and to “be able to shovel snow from that snowfall!”

“Today, I’m grateful for too much work because that means I have some!” I can see her excitement in the curls of her words, the exquisite penmanship.

In a Happiness Project journal, several years later, walking still brought and continued to deliver much joy for her. “I know I shouldn’t keep writing about my walks,” Michele wrote, but they were certainly a highlight.

For me, I’m grateful for those in healthcare who worked like crazy not only for my wife but for others, during this pandemic. I’m also grateful for the cascade of cards and letters, from people who expressed sympathy and echoed reminders of the joys of being together, with her.

On a national level, I’m grateful for the glimmer of hope in the presidential election as the harsh mirage of Donald Trump eventually escapes as the pandemic will itself, and the vaccines take hold. Grateful.

Happiness, well, I’m not there.

“Times does not heal,” observed a former colleague, a wise editor who lost his wife 33 years ago. “ If anything time numbs the memories.”

As Michele would say, it’s time for a walk. – Joe Cantlupe, HealthDataBuzz