Coffee Time

A Typical Morning in the Age of American Madness

It’s a typical day in America. A husband and wife sit down at six a.m., coffee in hand, scrolling through the endless avalanche of news. And once again, most of the ink spilled is about one man—Donald J. Trump. Never in our nation’s history has so much attention been consumed by such relentless turbulence.

I sometimes wonder if I am  beating a dead horse, but  I also never imagined  I would live long enough to watch the United States willingly plunge into this level of collective delusion. Even the dimmest brick shuffling around in a MAGA hat must, at some buried level of consciousness, suspect they’ve been conned. How could they not? Every single day Trump delivers fresh proof that he is unfit—unstable, authoritarian in instinct, and operating with the emotional maturity of a child.

Yet his supporters stare at the towering pyramid of evidence that he is the worst sort of con-man grifter—and they simply look away. They pretend not to see it. They pretend not to hear it. They swallow the latest outrage as if they’ve built immunity to reality itself.

Worse still, Trump has filled his inner circle with people who mirror his delusions, feed his ego, and reinforce the madness. What, exactly, has our country come to when this is the leadership millions willingly embrace?

The question now is painfully simple:
Can we restore sanity?
Can the United States pull itself back from the brink and re-embrace truth, decency, and democratic integrity?

We have done hard things before. We can do them again. But it will take courage—from citizens, from leaders, and from anyone still capable of seeing through the fog.

Because the fog is thick, and time is short.