He Didn't Scare Me Before.
Well folks, it’s officially settled: Experience definitely matters. Just look at Donald Trump.
This is not the same man who was sworn in 8 years ago. The amount of power he has amassed is unprecedented:
He has the backing of three men alone worth nearly a trillion dollars.
One of those men has openly threatened Republican members of Congress with funding a primary opponent if they vote against Trump’s agenda.
He has a comfortable Republican majority on the Supreme Court.
The Supreme Court, in Trump v. United States (2024), granted the Executive a previously undefined level of power, one that carries implications which left Justice Sonia Sotomayor stating “With fear for our democracy, I dissent.”
Donald Trump cannot run for a third term, he’s never been richer, and he’s survived two impeachments, 91 felony counts, and one assassination attempt. There’s nothing left to run for.
I was 24 when Donald Trump came down that golden escalator in 2015 and announced his candidacy. The moment he declared that illegal immigrants are rapists and drug dealers, I concluded that he’d never have my vote, and he’s never given me a reason to change my mind. Secure in my rights, I was loud about my displeasure over his policies.
But I’m scared this time around, in a way I wasn’t before. A white girl with blue eyes. It’s starting to sink in that if this goes as far as Trump (and the figures behind him) wants it to, the libs are no safer than the immigrants are no safer than the scientists are no safer than the media are no safer than people of color. It never really stops. Yes, I’m scared this time around.
Could it be the fact that I’m a decade older? Absolutely. But it feels less like wisdom and more like a warning.
In 2017, his inexperience concerned me. In 2025, I’m concerned about what he’s using his experience for.