Warming to Trump

An odd thing has happened since last week. I’ve started warming to Donald Trump. Maybe it was his gracious acceptance speech or some of his appointments. Maybe it’s that I want the best for America. But mainly, if I’m honest, it’s the gibbering, drooling, pant-hooting rage of the other side.

It started a few hours after the polls closed when I read an article by the editor of the New Yorker, David Remnick, which contained, without irony, the following sentence: “Fascism is not our future — it cannot be; we cannot allow it to be so — but this is surely the way fascism can begin.”