State Of The Union

With each State of the Union address, our congress more and more resembles the British Parliament with its raucous give and take with the speaker. I’m unsure if that’s a good thing, but I’m pleased that the Republicans didn’t let Joe get away with the tired old “granny over the cliff” scenario.  But this morning, while sitting in my physician's office, I overheard two staff members ranting about none other than Trump, diagnosing him as having a pathological need to be the center of attention. Granted, his personality is abrasive to some, but which would you rather have, a domineering commander steering a country with energy independence, a robust economy, and her adversaries coming to heel or a dementia-addled puppet who has declared war on business, opened out borders, destroyed the energy sector and projects weakness to our adversaries. I just don’t get it. An hour and 13 minutes that started with a nod to bipartisanship then deteriorated into lies and misrepresentation with no path towards recognizing the half of America that disagrees with his agenda.  As our local conservative talk show host summed it up: I feel like an outsider whenever he speaks.