It's too simplistic to pit the argument as pro-Trump or anti-Trump.
Rather, the problem presents as being for decency in disagreement versus cynical malicious threats toward opposing views.
The time is rapidly coming to an end for viewing Mr. Trump as a laugh line or parody fodder or a toss-off sarcastic dismissive abberrance.
He is much more than that.
He is, in the titles of recent books, about fear, about threat, about dangerous circus.
He is on the cusp of irreversible dismantling of whatever it was that America thought itself to be.
Problem is that much of what America pretended to be was an illusion.
Racism, sexism, elitism, imperialism, domineering global militarism -- the ways of smiling yet shielding the dagger poised between shoulder blades of both friends and enemies.
The fact and metaphor of him shoving one world leader aside so as to take front spot in photograph. Kowtowing obsequiously to other world leaders to curry favor or personal money or to avoid their emasculating goods on him.
It is a very dangerous time.
I think Mr. Trump continues to ascend in whatever nefarious and plotting scam and scheme bubbles in his psyche.
I fear he will prevail.
All the protestations of justice and constitution and law and order and balance of powers and majority of popular opinion --- are all secondary to Mr. Trump's strong and determined, albeit delusionary and near-psychotic, spasms of total control over the fate of the country, nation, and population.
I am neither optimistic nor joyful that any other corrective will emerge or prevail.
I have to sit squarely in the paradoxical koan the Trappist monk offered me before his death, when he said, "Cheer up, Bill, things are only going to get worse."
They will, I fear.
They are, I suspect.
He will prevail.
I stare out at the morning, snow quietly over everything, the faint sounds and muffled sobs of millions of people's sorrow, their devastation, their mourning.
Ours.