Like, I feel detached bemusement about his presidency, and I feel pity for his followers.
It feels wrong that I'm not up in arms about the disaster he has wrought, but I'm not sure why I feel that way. Does part of me maybe admire him for his gumption and upending part of the system? He was always part of the swamp, but part me of feels like I'll miss him?
I don't know. My emotions are all over the place, and it feels weird that I can't come to terms with them. Anyone else?
Trump is a dementia-riddled manchild, who was a dumbfuck even before that. His supporters are literally brainwashed and fed constant fox news propaganda, so yea, you're right to pity them. Trump is a caricature, and is often rightfully nicknamed "the poor man's idea of a rich man". There is no one more fitting for the terminal decline of America, so no, I can't bring myself to hate him more than the competent fascists ghouls who drop bombs on 3rd world countries, or the neolibs who exploit said countries once they are reduced to rubble.