My Frenemy

 He's at it again.

He posts, on Instagram, "Just know, if we have ever been friends, at any time in our lives, there is a moment in the day, even today, when I pause and think of you, and wonder how you are doing. And I send you my best."

I just would like to see the receipts; talk is cheap. Where is the evidence?

He writes, "Someone gets murdered at a Trump rally, and does Trump place a thoughtful phone call? No; the next day, he goes golfing."

Here, I'd like to respond. I'm no Trump fan, but this seems like a Curb Your Enthusiasm scenario. What is the exact timeline the country can decide on? How promptly must you write: "So sorry I helped to normalize political violence, and now, as a result, your spouse/brother/child is dead"--? I can imagine procrastinating. Particularly if a piece of my own ear-meat were missing, I might want to play hooky and just spend a day outdoors. Again, I'm not trying to be an apologist for Donald Trump....

My spouse says, even if my frenemy reads my writing, I have done him a favor by reporting the truth. Even if you personally like Joe Biden, you have to point to the senility, because everyone, everyone, deserves the truth. That's the first priority of a journalist, an artist, a diarist.

It's a nice thought....