What a Joke

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/10/19/opinion/trump-catholic-al-smith-dinner.html

("Trump's Charity Towards None")

The Al Smith dinner is where people with at least a semblance of a moral compass are given the opportunity, for one evening a year, to expose a glimpse of their underbelly. To be a little wicked. A little naughty. In that moment comes the possibility of laughter.

But there is no humor in racism, in anger, in unrelenting lies. Humor resides on the edges of truth, exaggerated or analyzed at an oblique angle. But it can not be harbored in someone who finds those seeking a better life here to be sub-human, animals. Not from a person who speaks of minorities, of the LGBTQ community, of so many who struggle for acceptance every day, as a plague upon this nation. Humor cannot grow from a mind that does not exhibit any concern as to the pain, the sadness, the hurt he causes others with his unbridled, relentless denigrating and dismissive language.

Donald Trump is a mean man, a selfish man, a heartless cruel man whose only firm conviction is in producing unrelenting disdain, disgust and disturbing rhetoric for anyone and everyone who does not strike his fancy.

And trying to pretend, even for one second, that he is to be treated otherwise, to try to normalize everything about him that cries of abnormality, of amorality, is not even the tiniest bit funny. 

Actually, I take that back. Permitting this to occur is a big joke. 

But I am not laughing.