{"id":14556,"date":"2020-11-14T15:39:43","date_gmt":"2020-11-14T23:39:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/?p=14556"},"modified":"2020-11-14T16:09:32","modified_gmt":"2020-11-15T00:09:32","slug":"outer-limits-of-love-and-hate","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/outer-limits-of-love-and-hate\/","title":{"rendered":"Outer Limits of Love and Hate"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Watching Trump<\/strong><\/a> on TV the other day, I considered the depth and breadth of my hatred for him. I hate him with more specificity than I’ve ever hated anyone, except maybe my ex-husband.<\/p>\n

After 17 years with him, I hated the way my ex drank his daily orange juice. He placed his feet in a certain way, and always faced the same window.<\/p>\n

Usually, you have to spend a lifetime with someone before you can hate them at this granular level, but Trump lays outside of usual parameters. In four years, he has seeded a wild garden of almost metaphysical hatred, such that most of us feel like world class connoisseurs.<\/p>\n

Who among us does not hate the way he shapes his mouth in that puckered O? What about the sniffing? What about how he stands, leaning forward and rocking back and forth? What about the back of his head, the way he combs his “hair” into a coiffed duck-tail? The way he pronounces China<\/em>, always pausing a beat before uttering the word and letting you know that he’s really thinking “vagina.”<\/p>\n

The hyperbole, the biggest ever, more than anyone has ever seen, perhaps in the history of the world. And the imaginary People<\/em> who are always Saying<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The slow lumbering portentous walk, the ill-fitting suits, the flapping overcoat, the hand gestures. The fucking hand gestures! The way he modulates his voice, the way he says “intress-ting” when he means “I’m so mad about this.” The way he mimics intelligent people in a dumb Poindexter voice. The way he likes to call himself Sir when he quotes people.<\/p>\n

The way he says “Ivanka” with a disturbing reverence. The expression on his face when he’s pretending to listen to anyone, restlessly waiting to return to the spotlight.<\/p>\n

I know I’m leaving out so much! Yesterday, my sister texted me to see if I’d noticed that his hair was less yellow. Of course I had. Am I blind or what?<\/p>\n

I feel I’ve been driven to the outer limit of hatred with this cunt. I’m a hateful person anyway, but this is different.<\/p>\n

However, luckily, I can still register love.<\/p>\n

I’ve been watching the Smithsonian’s Panda Cam<\/a>, enthralled by the way Mei Xiang, the 22 year old mother, cares for her baby, Bao Bao.
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