I have never been a fan of 45. The reason is simple, the origin of my dislike is clear. He takes the thing that I value most, the thing that speaks my innermost secrets, conveys life and death, healing and forgiveness, and he spits it out like rotten caviar. He has no regard for the power of words.
Words require thought. One must carefully choose the little gems, rolling them over, chipping away at the rough parts to reveal the beauty before they are thrust into the world. His words are not vetted in such a way. They are hurled and spat, leaving bits of white spittle in the corners of the mouth as they leave their remnants hastily behind.
Words bring life. Words can also bring death.
Proverbs 12: 18-19 The words of the reckless pierce like swords, but the tongue of the wise brings healing. Truthful lips endure forever, but a lying tongue lasts only a moment.
Mere words can thrust nations into battle, the lives of millions in the balance. For some, his words feel like freedom. He speaks his mind. He says pussy and fuck and the Christian brothers and sisters don’t bat an eye. If I say pussy or fuck, my Christian friends will ghost me and pray for me and politely turn their children’s gaze away from me. For some, his words speak their innermost desires. To make America great again. To make America whiter, prouder, richer. No more living off the government you good-for-nothings. While the social security and disability checks of the great white masses are being cashed to buy funny red hats and Confederate flags.
Even my words are affecting some. Some people are becoming angry, some are nodding in agreement. There is power in that, but imagine the power when your words are heard by the entirety of the world. When every human within the range of a broadcast can hear the words “fire and fury like the world has never seen.” To yell “fire” in a crowded movie theatre when there is no fire will get me arrested. To yell “fire” to the entirety of the world will plummet us into a nuclear war the likes of which, he is right, the world has never seen.
Revelation 20:9 And they came up on the broad plain of the earth and surrounded the camp of the saints and the beloved city, and fire came down from heaven and devoured them.
For some his words lit a fire inside of them, a call to arms, to lift up the bayonets of the past revolutionaries to battle the evil tyrant oppressors of the world. To some his words unleashed the cries of a million grieving mothers, holding the American flag wrapped up in a triangle, a sad, barren replacement for the lives of their beloved children.
For me his words filled my soul with sorrow. His words do not reflect mine. His words are harsh and mean, careless and cruel. His words do not promote life. They promote fear. Upon hearing his words, I felt myself cower inside. War is coming.