American politics do not make sense anymore.
After stumbling through the 2016 elections like babies learning how to walk as countless flashbang grenades were rolled into their line of sight, the public may have taken some respite in the thought that it was over. We hoped that now maybe everything could at least fall apart logically.
We were so incredibly, painfully wrong.
Instead of declining with any form of dignity, our nation has elected to hurl itself into a few inches of standing water, while thrashing about in an imitation of drowning so obviously self-inflicted that it might be funny if it wasn’t also so completely terrible.
So far, our reaction as an audience to this performance has been one of horrified passivity. We’ve stood by, watching with glazed-over eyes, like mind-melted characters in a Lovecraft story witnessing some unimaginable terror, as our daily news feed reached higher and higher levels of absurdity. We’ve commented with pained humor about how no headline can surprise us anymore; how reality is beginning to compete with The Onion. We’ve struggled to accept the absolute ridiculousness of our current world, waiting in dreadful anticipation for everything to just go back to normal.