Donald Trump came out of his mother’s body an innocent, as we all do. Eighty years later, he teeters on the edge of the grave, a bloated sack of depravities few, if any of us can fully comprehend.
There’s a great sadness in this transition, as well as a great evil, both of which we not only witnessed but many of us actually endorsed. We should keep this in mind as we nurture our own children. If it’s true that no person is an island, entire of itself, then it’s also true that every part of the human archipelago is at least partly our responsibility.