I’m perversely glad that Donald Trump is president (not mine of course), because he has brought enlightenment and commitment to our household. My husband is pleased and happy that I am now reading more than the Wednesday Food Section and Sunday Styles in the daily delivery of the New York Times to our apartment. Maureen Dowd, Nicholas Kristof (well I became a fan of his way back to Darfur), Charles Blow and the letters to the Editor are now part of my morning routine. And as the day wanes I’m often drawn to my blog so I can spout, pout, complain about Mr. Trump. I had virtually abandoned my blog over a year ago but this seemingly endless supply of content and the deeply disturbing emotion Trump stirs in me, have breathed new life into Pbenjay’s Blog.
Maureen Dowd wrote about the silver – NO make that the gold lining one can find in the daily chaos in the Oval Office. She mentioned how “he has breathed new zest into a wide range of things: feminism, liberalism, student activism, newspapers, cable news, protesters, bartenders, shrinks, Twitter, the A.C.L.U., “S.N.L.”, town halls, George Orwell, Margaret Atwood, Hannah Arendt, Stephen Colbert, Nordstrom, the Federalist Papers, separation of church and state, athletes and coaches taking political stands and Frederick Douglass.”
Every time DT mentions “the “failing” New York Times, the digital subscriptions and the stock price jumps. Americans are eager for help negotiating the disorienting Trumpeana Oceana Upside Down dimension rife with gas lighting, trolling, leaking lying and conflicts”.
Look what he has done for “Saturday Night Live”! I haven’t watched that show in years and now the show’s ratings are at 20-year high. The power of the Tweet is proving to be a boon to “S.N.L..”
Personally I’ve found new words to integrate into my vocabulary and bring new life and meaning to some old ones. During the very long campaign, I found myself wondering about the stamina of some friends and the temperament of my spouse and co-workers. Up until one of the debates I hadn’t thought of the people I might not be friendly with or didn’t care to associate with as a basket of deplorables. And how clever to refer to some of those same people as skittles.
I thought the spike in my blog readership was all about me but then I realized how braggadocious I sounded and so let me give credit where credit is due and say “thank you Mr. President” for injecting new life and humor into my writing. I’ve also become acutely aware of the dangers of cyberwarfare, wondering just when my blog will be hacked by some fat 400 lb. guy sitting on his bed somewhere. Some days I never leave my apartment because you never know when you’re going to be the subject of stop and frisk. These are dangerous times, you know!