Is this my chocolate-vitamin D-omega 3 cocktail? The sun that rises earlier? An inner wisdom that develops without my knowledge, which I very much doubt? Still, for the past few days, I have felt a lightness (or a weight less), despite the health crisis that is stretching, and this is actually due to one thing: the absence of Donald Trump.
The entry into office of Joe Biden, who does not make anyone swoon, gives the impression of having left a dystopia at the Brazil completely draining for a slightly flat episode of The West Wing. In both cases, they are fictions, but we can choose in which we suffer the least. Either way, it looks like Trump killed dystopia for a while, since no screenwriter could have imagined such a reign.
In fact, far from putting out the party favors, I just couldn’t wait for Biden’s nomination to end without drama.
Inequalities continue to widen, COVID-19 is killing lives every day, the future does not look bright, but at least we are no longer ingesting the daily poison of a toxic man who made everyone sick. world, far beyond the borders of the United States.
Four years ago, we didn’t really know what we were going to sink into with the arrival of this wannabe dictator in power.
A week of peace and we realize that it is a long time, four years. I can not help thinking that the entire planet is in a bit of post-traumatic shock after the passage of an arsonist with an orange complexion at the head of the country “leader of the free world”. How can we forget how much we laughed during his presidential race before being stunned by his victory? The majority of political analysts said that Americans had too much respect for the presidential office to elect this clown, and they had to eat their socks for breakfast the next morning.
I still remember that cartoon of the terrified Statue of Liberty, waking up with Trump in his bed, like a blind date went wrong. We had not yet seen anything of this mandate which was to culminate in an attack by madmen on the Capitol. As much as the daily slippages of Trump himself, it is our reactions to Trump that have occupied all the space for a four long years of media eclipse, a period that historians will likely analyze for a century. In the first months, Internet users systematically shared all the bullshit of Donald Trump, calling from the start for his dismissal. His face lined the media and social networks, there was only him.
Trump’s bad faith and irrational defense at Fox News like the heavy morals and crestfallen looks of the commentators at CNN, it has become more of the same: painful, even unbearable.
I came to understand that this is what gave him his strength, so much so that I forced myself to no longer share the articles about him, but it was as difficult as quitting smoking and I had some relapses (during his visit to Poutine or during the events in Charlottesville, for example). But he had to get away from this sucking black hole all around him, if only to keep some semblance of sanity and not forget that the world kept turning, that there were so many other things. that we had to focus on.
Bret Easton Ellis, the famous author ofAmerican Psycho, appeared in 1991 – in which Patrick Bateman has Trump as his father model – released two years ago White, his first collection of essays, which is not a large book. But he was particularly right on one point: people got out of hand with Trump. We have seen a kind of collective psychic collapse in recent years. I had interviewed the writer for this book and he saw this panic as immaturity, believing that the only thing to do was work to kick him out of his post in 2020. He was also discouraged by his boyfriend, a “Millennial”, fell into depression after the election.
“I suffered three years to see him lose his mind because of that, he told me. I don’t think it’s progressive, I don’t think it moves anything, that’s why I’m tough. With the pandemic, Trump’s delirium has reached a phase that we hope will be terminal, even if we know that it will continue to make waves. It was already too much, it became overwhelming. No one had the energy to endure the freak show of this man, apart from his supporters. One only has to see the face of infectious disease specialist Anthony Fauci in media briefings to see the relief – and the man has worked for many presidents before.
I even wonder if, without this planetary virus, Trump would not have been re-elected, but this relation to reality which has been broken too easily has perhaps found a trailhead in the middle of a pile of corpses, many deaths that could have been avoided. The most important thing is to know if we have learned something after all, if we can pull ourselves together and keep a cool head for the future. But a week without Trump already gives the impression of a little vacation in the ruins of a world that we will have no choice but to rebuild, avoiding what can further lead him to his destruction.