Sanctimonious Erroneous

Demanding empathy for a president that has none.

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What are you writing today, my mother asks.

She and I talk or text in the morning and evening. She’s 91.

I tell her I am writing about misplaced empathy for Donald Trump.

It’s a tricky situation, I say to her. I don’t ever wish suffering on anyone. But he wants to…