As The World Unmakes Itself

Trump Survived. Will We?

Trump wanted to know where his shoes were.

It has been about two hours since someone tried and failed to kill former President Donald Trump and already my social media is full of people insisting this was staged: it can’t be real, there’s just no way, look at the pictures of Trump raising his fist above his blood-streaked head as secret service members protect him. Pure fascist pornography, too good/awful to be true. But the fist-raise wasn’t Trump’s first reaction to being shot. His first reaction was to fall to the ground, and then, when the secret service told him it was safe, to look for his shoes.

We are all looking for our shoes right now, I think.

The world that existed before the shooter pulled the trigger has been undone and is actively being remade into…this one. There aren’t really words in a liminal space like this one, but Twitter is doing its best. An amazing platform. I’m sorry I ever talked shit. No matter how insane the world becomes, this platform rises to the occasion. The dumbest shit you’ve ever heard in your life, sure, but also the kind of black tar humor this moment calls for alongside moments of blinding clarity