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Gloria Horton-Young's avatar

Tom,

Your writing—your relentless, gut-punching account of the latest disasters—leaves me teetering between gratitude and total emotional collapse. I have been screaming about this for years, years, and now, here we are, watching the country unravel in real time, like a badly knitted sweater coming apart with a single, merciless tug.

I used to think I was prepared for this. I saw the warning signs. I shouted. I wrote. I told anyone who would listen. But now, as he dismantles our nation hour by hour, as the news churns out fresh horrors at a pace I can’t keep up with, I find myself physically afraid to read the next headline. I brace myself before opening the paper, like I’m about to step into a crime scene, which, let’s be honest, I probably am.

The only thing I can compare this feeling to—this gut-deep, marrow-freezing dread—is watching my parents die. That slow, agonizing, inevitable march toward the end. Sitting there, helpless, listening to their breath turn ragged, knowing there was no stopping it. That’s what this feels like, Tom. The same miserable helplessness, but this time, it’s not just personal. It’s the whole damn country gasping for air.

And yet, here we are. Watching. Waiting. Screaming into the void.

God help us.

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Patrick Joseph Maloney's avatar

I have been waiting for that “Have you no shame” moment or the famous picture of the little Vietnamese girl running naked down the road as her village burns behind her.

Perhaps this picture of the painter with the brush roller is it?

We may have to wait for a better one but at least it deserves inclusion in the lexicon of evil.

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