I have finally arrived at a resolution for the moral dilemma which has plagued me ever since waking up to the dreadful morning of November 9th.
On the one hand, I have a deeply held conviction that, while harsh criticism of political incumbents is not just permissible, but a duty, when those incumbents engage in cruel or destructive or corrupt policies, nevertheless the dignity of the office itself makes it imperative to refer to the occupant of the White House by his correct and official title.
On the other hand, I know an ineluctable instinct of moral revulsion will forever preclude me from typing the two words “president” and “Trump” in immediate proximity to each other.
Accordingly, after the 20th of this month, I will yield to my instinct. I will avoid the creepy 14-character expression by eliding a few letters. But I will leave the rest of the name and honorific intact, so each reader may fill in what is missing in a correct and appropriately dignified manner.
I invite whoever else has wrestled with this same dilemma to join me in consistently greeting our new tiny-fingered overlord, as P**s*dent Trump.
For penning a diary as brief as my internal struggle has been long, I can only offer my humble apologies.