I don’t like Trump. You got me. But the UFC fight on the White House lawn really makes my heart ache extra for this country.
I remember that on the night of Trump’s first election in 2016, I went to sleep before the results were called. At some point overnight, I heard a scream from a friend in the next room who saw the results come in. It woke me up.
This friend of mine is someone I consider to be extremely wise. Someone who has gone to heroic lengths to help her community. Someone who literally has given the shirt off her back and the roof over her head to others on so many occasions, it’s not even worth counting.
That night was before we really understood that Trump was going to embrace the Christian Nationalists, crazy people like Pete Hegseth… QAnon. Yet she screamed when he was elected. I’ve thought a lot about that since then.
I think part of what she saw that night was the inevitability of things like this: holding UFC fights on the White House lawn. The bread and circuses that rot the brains of the masses.