I have been sick, and I had to take an extended mental health break during the holiday season. I believe the doctor diagnosed my malady as TFS, more commonly known as Trump Fatigue Syndrome. The symptoms include bleary-eyed, exasperation, rising blood pressure, and irritability. I had to stop the insanity and ban myself from watching the news and political shows.

For better, but mainly worse, the Trump presidency casts a ubiquitously long pall over the nation. The man will not give us a well-earned break. The threat of war with Iran spoiled my revelry on the eve of a new year. Furthermore, he was still virtue active across all TV and social media platforms. He whined incessantly about the unfairness of the impeachment hoax and the usual cavalcade of lies and hyperbole.

People; TFS is real, and with the just-completed Senate hearings, I'm experiencing a relapse. We are waiting in vain for common sense, and truth to prevail; however, I fear we are heading for a constitutional train wreck. With Mitch McConnell pulling the strings of this craven caucus our wait for profiles, in courage and patriotism will be a long one.

Gun rights activists and white supremacists march in harmony in Richmond, Virginia, on Martin Luther King Jr. Day no less a word from our President.

Environmental laws that safeguard our air, water, and wetlands are being gutted.

Trump is the Pied Piper of climate change skepticism, blithely leading us into the abyss as Australia burns and Koalas run for their lives.

So depressing. My friends, the only cure for TFS is going to be at the ballot box in November. The road may be long. People may have to overcome foreign intervention, voter suppression, and perhaps even intimidation. The burden of preserving should not be taken lightly, defy TFS, and fight to end our long national nightmare.