Many of you already are aware that I’ve been accused of “suffering” from Trump Derangement Syndrome. I actually don’t consider it a malady I should shake. I am proud of the variation of the syndrome I lug around in my head and heart.
What I should say right off the top is that my accusers suffer from it, too. Only their syndrome is an affliction that is causing them distress that might be going unrecognized.
A pro-Donald Trump reader of this blog, and I believe I have more of them out there than I probably know about, is as stricken with the ailment as I am. Only he or she will never acknowledge it publicly. Therein might lie a fundamental difference between them and me. I wear my TDS proudly and I call it what it is. They don’t. They hide behind some fiction that life has been better for them and for the country since Donald took office a second time in January 2025.
How in the world can it be that they believe such fecal matter? We’ve gone to war with Iran after Trump said categorically he would never sanction such an activity. The individual has imposed tariffs against the entire planet, driving up the costs of essential goods and services. He said he would end the Russia-Ukraine War on “day one” of his new administration; it rages on.
He continues to lie about the scope of his victory in 2024 over Kamala Harris, calling it a landslide when in reality he just barely squeaked by her.
If you’re going to accept his lies and disregard the fact that he has added trillions of dollars to our national debt, well … I believe you have the Trump Derangement Syndrome you accuse me of having.
Just own it, OK?