I'm one of those people who always expect the 'best' from others. I genuinely think people are good and virtuous and sane. Oh, I am aware there are people who aren't all that, but I withhold judgment for the most part.
But now, when I know 37 to 40% of the people in this country are 'on the Trump train', I am feeling different than I ever felt before.
I don't know many of them and have little to do with those I do know, but I've never felt this way before.
Those who adore a man I think is an extreme egoistic narcissist and most likely sociopathic suddenly make me anxious.
I never felt this way about those who loved Regan or either of the Bushes. Though I didn't agree with their policies, I respected their character. And those who supported them were simply people who didn't think the way I did.
But those who support this President without question are beyond my ken and understanding.
I just don't get it.
And it makes me anxious that there are over a third of the folks out there who think everything is alright--even 'good'--when I think the nation is falling apart.
I never felt this way before.
I'm not sure what to do about that.
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