A Runaway Train

Can we stop with the million and one opinions on what the Dems are doing wrong and exactly what they need to do to fix it.

We are in a damned if they do, damned if they don't moment. Roughly translated, we are just damned. Donald Trump and Elon Musk, picturing themselves as Butch and Sundance but acting like Dooh Nibor (Robin Hood in reverse), in their wild teenage years. Full of unbridled testosterone, unleashed, unmoored and, in their opinion, unstoppable.

And they may in fact be right. Especially if one or two of their scribbled on the back of an envelope ideas turns into a silk purse. For whatever tactic the Democrats may try to weather this storm, will not cause the evil villains in this tale to blink. But my hope is that the magnitude of their collective stupidity will eventually stop them in their tracks. That the damage they are doing will cause not only the left but the far wrong to join hands, walk as one to the window, and shout "I'm mad as Hell and I'm not going to take it anymore."

Collective unity, hesitant, uncomfortable but undeniable and unrelenting. Maybe, probably, almost certainly an unrealistic expectation. But that may well be the only force that can act as Kryptonite to Badman and Robbin.

Until then, all the theories on how to stop this runaway train will, I greatly fear, prove mostly ineffective. Our democracy cannot long sustain itself under the weight of the onslaught of this two headed monster. And the uncompromising, unvarnished truth is that they will have to fall on their own sword before this calamity quiets and sanity returns.

Trump and Musk the architects of their own downfall, taken low by their ego and their absurdity. Or not. Time and tribulations will tell.