The Long Road Out

If Trump were killed tonight in a cowardly drone strike—let's say by Bolivarian independence forces from Chile—52% of our sad country would be on the streets having the party of their lives. I would join them. I would not celebrate, even though Trump is an asshole. What we are doing is unconscionable. Another 50 years added to the hatred that has destroyed the Middle East. Further aligning the US with the lowest standards of humanity on the globe. Remember Libya? We're in their ideological company. Murdering people is NOT " geopolitics." It's murder. It's illegal. Our allies are gone on this one. We are alone, and at 9-11 level risk forever now.

That's my response to Trump and his latest moronic breach of human decency and international law and cognitive function. This is murder. Book him Dano. And Schumer and what's his name—that other Democratic guy? Fuck you two, also. I'm embarrassed to be human, with losers like you on the planet.

I was married to someone for a long time who needed to be the belle of the ball. So—she avoided any group where she wasn't already chief raconteur. If she got stuck in a group that didn't accept her as the sun, she wilted and disappeared. So—she usually dominated group activities for the first 50 minutes, speaking faster and more loudly if she perceived another person raising a hand (like her bullied mother). So, she's certain she's a brilliant entertainer, writer, and speaker. Yuck. Why did I put up with this crap? How nice to spend friendship and romantic time with new friends who recognize that their words often fail to capture the immensity of human experience. The infinitude of potential meaning. Words that come from the heart and ears first. Then the cerebral interventions, second.

Here's the letter of thanks I received, in my mind, from Scott Bessent and Trump today: Dear David— We want to thank you for investing so heavily, from your income taxes and social security payments, in the United States of America. We'd particularly like to thank you for paying 100% of the maximum social security taxes every year for 42 straight years. That's amazing, David! You even waited until the deadline to request benefits at age 70, saving us those costs for the first 11 years of your eligibility . As a result of being a generous investor, you are now receiving the highest monthly social security payment available—slightly less than $5300 a month. Never mind that this top dollar amount would leave you and your family near the poverty line if this was your only income. Imagine everyone else who receives, on average, $1500 a month. Do those people eat? Probably not! Never mind that you're paying income taxes on this benefit at the 37% r...

Not content to deport some, invade some, abandon others, and give blowjobs to Putin and Netananyu—Trump is shooting us in the streets. Today there are protests in Caracas, Ottawa, Tehran, Kiev, and anti-US actions across the British Commonwealth and all of South America. The common theme: we are independent of you. We do not respect or like you. Our top 20 trading partners, led by Mexico and Canada, have signed over 80 new trade agreements since Trump re-emerged from his toilet, and every one of them excludes us. They are prepared to move on. Trump eggs them on as they shit on him, and our freedoms here and abroad are withdrawn. Mark Carney—can you sub in and do the State of the Union address? If not, could you simply unite world leaders of respected country around one idea: do NOT return Trump's pleading and whining and bullying phone calls. Do NOT attend any event he appears at. Kick the US out of NATO until Trump is arrested. You can watch from a s...

I have a new girlfriend with a big heart. A big smile. A big and welcoming lap to rest my head on. Big hands to jointly haul the things that should be hauled and lift together what demands to be lifted.  My own life became smaller recently, as it eventually does for most of us--sooner or later. For all who grieve.  Small like a 50 mg tablet of Zoloft. Small like false pageantry. Small like the masked men with guns in our communities.  Small like our collective understanding of justice. My girlfriend breathes with me. In those moments we share the dimensions and cadence of connection. Joint exhales, spirit-sized, leave peace and the sublime rhythm of beauty.  I know I'm safe in the most treacherous terrain when following her pristine perfect ski tracks in the springtime snow.  I become emboldened when I follow, and strong when on parallel paths. What a wonderful new girlfriend!  What a glorious woman. ---Valentine's Day 2026