Yesterday, I watched
Substack news podcasts
and learned why ignorance feels like bliss.
I learned more about Trump
and the corruption
spilling from the Oval Office.
The scale of it—
the offenses,
the grift,
the deception—
stretched farther than I'd imagined.
Independent journalists
did the brutal work,
dragging truth from the shadows
and forcing it into the light.
For hours, I tried to make sense
of what I was seeing:
enough to send followers reeling,
enough to make the end of days
feel close at hand.
Fresh out of pardons,
no one seems untouchable,
and even silence feels complicit.
Interview after interview,
the lies piled higher,
the distractions grew louder,
and the cost of ignorance
became impossible to ignore.
The blinders are off now.
Like a horse seeing beyond
the narrow path for the first time,
I can't unsee the widening horizon—
or the cliff edge ahead.
