My next door neighbors are this younger MAGA couple. We donât talk, of course, but we donât exactly hurl dog poop over the fence either. In their back yard was this enormous and beautiful tree - I envied it because it was the perfect climbing tree, offered tons of shade, just gorgeous.
One day they invited their more yard-work-friendly family members over with ladders and chainsaws and (with kids climbing on or playing right under the branches they were sawing) chopped that whole huge beautiful tree down to a stump. No idea why - it was healthy and strong and not a hurricane hazard. The branches were thrown in the wooded area behind both our properties, which is a major hazard in the hot dry summer when there are fire advisories, and they dried up and died out there.
The stump, valiantly, kept trying to bounce back. Little shoots and leaves would spring up only to be hacked back down. It grew little white flowers and those were cut off and the stump shaved down even smaller. More leaves burst out in defiance - they made a hole in the center of the stump and lit a fire inside it.
Every time the tree tried to rise up and grow again in spite of what had been done to it, I looked outside and hoped - maybe this time they would leave it alone. Maybe this time they would decide they canât kill something beautiful. Every time they hacked, yanked, chopped, and burned it back down. Finally the stump is just sitting there dead, offering no leaves and no shade and no beauty, while its limbs sit dead and crispy in the 93 degree heat behind our home.
For a while, I thought there couldnât be a more apt metaphor for what this administration is doing to our country, its people, our hope and our beauty.
Then that friggin reflecting pool turned puke green.
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