Even The Donald Must Have Some Positive Qualities — Right?

Watching the ever-hopeful Chris Mathews twist himself in to a pretzel trying to come up with something positive about President Elect Trump was somewhere between amusing and painful to watch. But isn’t that where a lot of us are now — stretching rationalizations in a desperate bid to pacify our worst fears?

I mean this dancing bear will soon have his grubby little figure on the nuclear trigger, and one gets the feeling that he has no idea that this mean total annihilation for humankind if he get excited, or bored or whatever and accidentally or on purpose gives it a squeeze.

I — like anyone who knows anything about history, politics and human nature — recognize that we have entered a terrifying funhouse of grossly distorted mirrors. So we search the corners of our minds telling ourselves that any man who reaches the presidency, no matter by how ruthless his means, must have enough smarts not to totally ruin the country and the world.

For those who can believe in the Easter Bunny or Santa Clause or that death is not actually the end, I suppose it is possible to somehow believe in Trump. After all it has been said that men pray not so much for their daily bread as they do for their daily delusion. But as for me I just can’t get to that place.