Anger just won’t go away

The anger I feel toward the (thankfully) single-term presidency of the 45th POTUS just won’t dissipate.

Critics of this blog say I harbor “hatred” toward that individual. I don’t think that’s the case. I have worked my entire life — at least for as long as I have been old enough to care about such matters — to avoid hating anyone.

But my goodness. Why do I harbor this notion when I see a “Trump-Pence 2020” sign in front of a business or a flag flying from its roof with a similar message that I do not want to enter that place to do any business with them?

We traveled recently to Washington County, Texas, which I am going to presume is the heart of many of folks’ political universe. We have seen Trump-Pence signs on lawns throughout Brenham, the county seat. Washington County voters cast 74% percent of their ballots for POTUS 45 in the 2020 election. Some Texas counties logged greater percentages for him last time out. Still, three out of four ballots going to this guy? Wow!

I don’t think much about signs in front of people’s homes. They’re entitled to their views, just as I am entitled to mine.

The business owners, though, who boast about supporting an amoral, sociopathic, twice-impeached liar just continues to boggle my noggin.

I don’t get it. I cannot darken their door. I will elsewhere to do business.

All I need is a business owner to refrain from declaring publicly his or her support of an individual who very well could end up being indicted for felony criminal activity.

Meanwhile, I might need therapy to get over this first-time-ever feeling toward a cheap politician.

Pray for me. Please?