As much humor as I find in Trump's clumsy, grunting folly, what he put out today about California is a disgrace that is almost as astonishingly amazing as its willingness to be tolerated.
People's property, dreams and futures are destroyed. Thousands will wake up in shelters not knowing what, where or who to turn to next. Americans burned alive in their cars trying to flee on the last routes that could be advised to them by evacuation experts. In the clearest definition, this is horror -- intimate and individual atrocities of eternal consequence. Horrors suffered by Americans.
The President chose to hurl partisan insults at their state leadership. Insults that aren't even grounded in truth or reality in the first place. Ideological misunderstandings never go away. But how there is anyone capable of seeing that as anything other than twisted, sick and disgraceful is a mystery to me. The rest of us can only find our own ways to help, be kind to or find something productive to do for them. We can't rely upon the President to take the lead on that. We can only hope they aren't informed about what he actually said from a thousand miles away until a few days later. His indifference, absence and detachment from their plight is likely the most productive gesture he can provide them at the moment. So thank you for that, Mr. President, I guess.