A recent letter by Ron Rice about “fake outrage” stirred in me my very real outrage.
Trust me, Mr. Rice, the outrage I have felt about the actions of our current president is real and has had significant impact on daily life. I have had many sleepless nights thinking about things like our president saying it’s OK to do immoral things because you’re famous. Like grab women in their “privates.”
I have felt nausea when I see video of Donald Trump siding with Vladimir Putin over the Russian interference in our elections.
I feel anxiety when I hear the president name-calling perceived opponents and hurling personal attacks against people who simply don’t agree with him. I have wept over things like separating migrant children from their parents or Trump praising murderous dictators.
Most of all, I feel deep remorse that an ill-informed, self-promoting, frequent liar is the face to the world of our America — my America.
What I and many of my self-reflecting friends feel could in fact come under a new psychiatric designation of “outrage fatigue.” It could be listed in the Psychiatric Manual right after “narcissistic personality disorder.”
Dianne Krehbiel, Murray