But the Power of the Dolts Could Not Be Undone

And so it begins.

I would love for the worst surmises about the Trump administration to prove unfounded, but I'm not optimistic. I'm just tired. For all their frothing, Trump opponents can't even organize a circle jerk in a porno theater right now. It's frustrating, embarrassing, and disheartening. Everyone is full of rah-rah rhetoric and symbolic gestures, but nobody has advanced ideas for concrete action. There's tomorrow's march, but that's it. No sit-ins, no protests, no cogent organization, no one rounding up lawyers to see on what grounds he might be impeached or his cabinet picks might be disqualified on the basis of conflict of interest or gross unfitness for office. Everyone's content to mutter mutinously and childishly behind their keyboard about "Not my President", but no one is offering to risk defeat or inconvenience to themselves, let alone true sacrifice. Far easier to make memes or a countdown clock. Yeah, that'll show him the people mean business this time.

Let's get real: As long as no one messes with their Internet access, the people will do nothing. We care only as long as it requires no effort on our part. So here we are. And we have no one to blame but ourselves.