Drawing on a sense of “civic duty” I bravely chose to watch Donald Trump’s State of the Union Address last night. Friends like many across the country were holding drinking parties as they viewed the speech.

I may have imbibed in a bit of bourbon.

But I refused to drink the Kool-Aid.

As excruciating and offensive as it was to watch and listen to a performative Trump ramble on lie after lie, appearing at times as tired and shop worn as his usual litany of complaints, it was the ghoulish sight of the go-team-go grinning of  JD Vance and  Mike Johnson sitting behind him that got to me.

Their synchronized nodding in approval at the alleged criminality and inferiority of immigrants, the mendaciousness of  Trumps opponents, his own unique virtues and resentments- really sickened me.

The cheering in adulation and endless dear leader style clapping like trained seals in the chambers of Congress by the Republican’s supporting every lie, insult, distraction, fabrication and vile accusations turned my stomach.

Their hootin’ and hollering in support of this would be dictator  was one step away from “Heil Hitler.

I was almost ready to turn off the TV.

But I stayed to hear how we are winning.

Trump’s most absurd, made for TV moment was his golden oldie spiel about “winning:”

“Our country is winning again. In fact we’re winning so much that we really don’t know what to do about it,”  claimed the winner of a  faux FIFA  peace prize “People are asking me, ‘Please please, please, Mister  President we’re winning too much. We can’t take it anymore.”

No one is tired of winning. We are just plain tired.

Tired of the lies.

Tired of the gaslighting.

Tired of masked men roaming our streets killing American Citizens

Tired of efforts to stop our votes.

Tired of your contempt for our allies

Tired of being an embarrassment to the world.

Tired of having our democracy teetering on edge.

But most of all we are tired of you!

At that I turned off the TV. And poured myself another drink.