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When Your Friends Are Trump Supporters
We’re three weeks away from the 2020 election and I’m having a horrible sense of deja vu. Four years ago I was certain Hillary would win. In retrospect, I missed a clear sign pointing to a Trump upset. On Election Day 2016, an angry horde of bees circled our polling place, dive-bombing voters as they neared the front of the line. In the hour I waited to vote, two people were stung. Both were Clinton supporters.
Life under Trump has been Bizarro World. According to our esteemed leader, Sean Hannity is Walter Cronkite, Vladimir Putin is Winston Churchill and The New York Times is the National Enquirer. In my own circle of family and friends, Trump’s hammer blows wreaked havoc. My dental hygienist, a woman from Iran, was unable to visit her dying father in Teheran for fear she may not be let back into the States. My mom’s caregiver, a lovely lady from Belize, moved to Nigeria feeling it was more stable than America. My aging mother is fearful that her Medicare and Medicaid are about to unravel. She is certain another four years of Trump would mean the end of Social Security.
I recognize I live in a Los Angeles bubble and my views are out of touch with the country. But I’ve been troubled by the number of friends and family who emerged as Trump supporters. I’ve felt I’m in a scene from Invasion of the Body Snatchers where alien walk-ins have possessed those…
