The Confession: Trump as Cancer on the American Soul
By The Mayor of Funkytown — Political Writer, Resistance Organizer, and Survivor of Anger
💔 A Hard Confession
I have a confession to make.
Trump has brought the worst out of me.
I’ve found myself wishing for things I normally wouldn’t. Wishing for his downfall, sometimes darker things than that. Hating in a way that doesn’t feel like me.
And that’s the truth I need to own.
🧬 Cancer and Contempt
Several years ago, I survived bladder cancer. It was one of the hardest battles of my life. I was angrier at that cancer than I’ve ever been before. I was terrified of dying, because bladder cancer had already taken my father — my best friend, my anchor.
When cancer came for me, it carried his shadow. It felt like it wanted to take me too. That level of anger, of fear, of contempt for a thing that doesn’t care what it destroys? That’s exactly how I feel about Trump.
Like cancer, Trump spreads. He infects. He eats away at the healthy tissue of our country — truth, democracy, decency. If unchecked, he metastasizes. And the stakes are the same as what I faced in that hospital bed: survival.
⚖️ Not Just Politics, But Survival
We often frame Trump as a political problem — a “bad leader,” a “corrupt president,” or a “danger to democracy.” But those words don’t capture the real threat. Cancer isn’t just “bad cells.” It’s something that takes your body hostage. It overwhelms systems meant to keep you alive. It spreads until everything that made you whole and human is gone.
That’s what Trump has done to the United States.
He’s spread disinformation like a tumor cutting off oxygen.
He’s weakened institutions like cancer suppressing the immune system.
He’s divided families and communities the way disease isolates the sick.
📢 Voices of Shared Fury
I am not alone in this.
“Trump makes me feel hate I didn’t know I had in me. It scares me, but it’s real.”
— Rachel Maddow, MSNBC“I don’t like being consumed with contempt, but every time I hear him speak, it feels like poison.”
— Sarah K., lifelong Republican turned activist“I fought cancer twice. The same fury that kept me alive is the fury I now feel for what Trump is doing to our democracy.”
— Michael S., cancer survivor and veteran
We are not a hateful people. But what we’re fighting against is hateful in its very nature.
🔥 From Confession to Resistance
When cancer tried to take me, I fought. With everything I had. Doctors, treatments, sleepless nights, prayers, tears, raw anger. I fought because life mattered.
Now, Trump is the cancer eating away at our collective future. And the same survival instinct kicks in. We fight, not because we like hating, but because we want to live. Because we want our children to inherit something worth loving.
This isn’t about politics anymore. It’s about survival.
🚨 A Call to Act
I confess my anger because I know I’m not alone. I confess my hatred because it’s the truth. And I confess it because confession can be the first step toward clarity.
We don’t need to hide our rage. We need to channel it. Into organizing. Into voting. Into exposing lies. Into building solidarity.
Trump is the cancer. We are the treatment.
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