I dislike writing about Trump, a dislike based on a false assumption that if I don't, maybe he will disappear. I have two neighbors who support him and when they talk about him, I relapse into an amazed silence. Far too much already has been written about him which is of course what he wants. It's like feeding a monster whose appetite increases the more food he gets. I think of him as a disease, a sort of cancer in the body politic, corrupting everybody he comes near and everything he touches. Flowing through the veins and arteries of America he is trying to turn the country into a vast gilt casino. It's The Apprentice on steroids all over again. The mere thought of his return to power in 2024 makes me exhausted. Please no. Not the chaos, not the craziness, the daily craving for attention, the family, the stupidity. I think I would rather die than have to endure that for another four years. All I want is quiet, efficient government from people who care about the country and who are not corrupt or in it just for themselves. Romney, Biden, even Cheney, decent people who show a bit of love and empathy. Enough of clowns seeking the limelight and stacks of dollar bills.