First lady Melania Trump on Wednesday called on the international community to better protect and support children, speaking out against bullying and calling parents and leaders around the world to “come together for the good of our children because through them, our future will be defined.”
That the first lady would select bullying as a cause to throw the weight of her office behind struck some as ironic, given the president’s penchant for lobbing insults and heated rhetoric at his opponents, both online and in stated remarks.
So. I’ve been trying these past few weeks to wrap my head around the outcome of the presidential election. I haven’t been very successful at it. I take a lot of deep breaths and tell myself to calm down, it can’t possibly be as bad as I imagine it will be.
But as it turns out—it already is.
Der Führer went on a “victory tour” yesterday and exulted in his crushing defeat of his foe (nevermind those 3 million more votes she got, which weren’t illegally gained, by the way.) He railed against the “dishonest” media, yet again, and continued his call for flag burning to be cause for loss of one’s citizenship, despite the fact that that has been proven to be un-Constitutional.
Hey, no biggie. Or bigly. Der Führer is calling the shots and when he says throw out the Constitution, we will respond by saying “How far?”
Anyhoo. I am tired of waking up in a cold sweat at 3:00 in the morning. During menopause I used to wake up in a hot sweat. I’ll take that over this any day.
So I’ve been pushing myself to get crafty (not Trump crafty, but actual craft-making crafty) and make some Christmas decorations. Since my maternal great-grandparents were from Norway, I used to have several of those red and white paper woven heart baskets that I had made when my son was a baby—50 years ago now.
But, cue the violins, all of my Christmas decorations were stolen from a storage unit a couple of years ago by a Grinch-like thief, so I decided to make some more.
This time out of felt.
Then, figuring I’m on a roll (and hoping my fingers will last a little longer before going numb from the exertion), I found some designs on the interwebs for a Dala horse and a bird. These two are pretty small, around two to three inches in length, but my artificial Christmas tree is pretty small too, so they should work just fine.
Then, my daughter saw them and requested a little larger Dala horse in slightly retro colors to go with her decor.
And lastly, in an “idle hands are the Trumps’ playground” fervor, I souped up a standard gingerbread house my grandkids sold to raise money for their school. It came pre-assembled with a kind of puny pack of candy and a bag of white royal icing.
I, however, had biglier plans.
I went to Walmart and bought a couple packages of pre-made cake decorations in the shape of Christmas lights and also a bag of red cookie icing. Then, being on a felt “bender,” I made a 3-D Snoopy.
The decorating process was somewhat excruciating—the royal icing was too watery at first and then too dry and kept oozing out of the zip-lock bag they provided. I always say “Next year I make my own!” and this time I mean it. If Alton Brown can do it, so can I.
The results were pretty satisfying, even though I was a wreck by the time I finished.
So, that’s what I’ve been doing to try to retain my sanity. How about you?
How are you coping in the post-Trumpian Apocalypse?
Darren Rovell @darrenrovell
10 years ago: A 9-year-old named Katie Ledecky gets an autograph from Michael Phelps. (Credit: Ledecky family)
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Melania: “These accusations about my speech hurt not only me, but also hurt my children Sasha and Malia”.
Quote from the Dallas Chief of Police:
Asked how these events would change police reaction to future protests, the chief reiterated that these were “peaceful protests until these events happened” that Dallas was not going to militarize its police operations. And they were not going to “let cowards change our democracy” by affecting the right to protest.
As the mother-in-law of a Texas peace officer, the shootings in Dallas horrified me.
About a year ago a fellow officer of my son-in-law was shot during a routine traffic stop. Fortunately, he survived. These five men will not be coming home to their families. Every day those families have lived with the knowledge there was the very real possibility of something like this happening. And yet these officers get up and go to work to protect us.
I have great sympathy, too, for the Black Lives Matter folks. They face dangers that white people can’t begin to imagine. Merely driving while black puts many of them at risk.
What is the answer? I wish I knew. But more guns and inflamed rhetoric like Rep. Joe Walsh’s execrable tweet about coming for Obama and those saying Hillary Clinton and “the liberals” are to blame only create more hatred.
Truly a sad day for America.
My drawing of one of New York’s Finest
This is well worth the thirteen plus minutes it takes to view it.
From a Trump rally in Janesville, Wisconsin:
As Trump spoke, some listened. Peggy Sue Metz, 47, a trucking dispatcher from Rockton, Illinois, lamented not making it inside and being forced to share the sidewalk with the protesters, who she suspected, were raised with the values of unionized schoolteachers rather than those of their own parents. “It would be nice go back to the days when the father worked and could support five kids and the mother could stay home and raise the kids properly,” she said.
In other words, Donald Trump will make sure women stay pregnant and in the kitchen if he’s elected.