Barry Goldwater where are you?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
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I wonder if there will come a time when we are capable of feeling a sort of nostalgia for Donald Trump, much the way some who were around at the time do for Richard Nixon — not for his dirty tricks, his break-in, cover-up, enemies list — his secret bombing — but for the way he simplified morality, removing any confusion about the difference between good and evil.
Trump is having much she same effect. But we're not done with him yet. Too soon for any sort of nostalgia to be savored, when, post-Trump, we are again faced with difficult choices about complicated questions, and can say: Trump, god that was awful, but now what? What now?
In the interim, until we are really and truly rid of Trump, the situation is as simple as it was during Nixon's heyday.
Where is the sorcerer to do to Trump what Barry Goldwater did to Nixon, topple him, dethrone him, tell him, sorry, get out, it's over?
Are there no more right wing sorcerers with Goldwater's power?
Or is Trump the new breed of the same strain as Nixon but with greater resistance?