trump versus W

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4. My late husband and I

began dating in 2001, shortly after 9-11. We'd been friends for a few years but it was that event that made us realize how short and precious life is and acknowledge that we'd been in love the whole time.

As a child of immediate post-WW2 England, his greatest fear was fascism coming to his beloved, adopted country. We despaired together over the torture, the extraordinary renditions and indefinite detentions, the unqualified cronies and religious bigots taking over government, the shredding of civil/human rights and the economy, the embarrassment on the world stage, and, of course, the wars based on lies. He was the one that wrote forceful, righteous rants in his letters to the editor; I was the one out yelling and raving and carrying mock coffins through the streets of Hollywood. We had deep, deep trauma bonding over the Bush presidency.

We honestly never thought it could get any worse than W...and then along came the Tangerine Taint.

After nearly 20 years of living through all of it together and watching hope creep back in during the Obama presidency, I lost him to COVID in June of 2020. It was my final hope for him that he was too sedated to understand that Twitler's weaponized incompetence was the reason he dying, but I'll never really know because I didn't even get to say goodbye.

We didn't even get to clink glasses when Darth Cheney died. I mean, you bet I raised one, but between doing it all by myself and Dick now feeling like the Diet Coke of Evil, it all felt so anticlimactic...