To write about politics is to become jaded. Time and time again, you watch people you admire disappoint you and idealism get overwhelmed by the seductive cocktail of power, ego, and money.
This was always true. But it’s especially true in the Trump era, when the president has turned bad faith into both an art form and standard operating procedure. And it takes an exceptional kind of venality to pierce the armor of numbness and provoke seething, go-grab-the-pitchforks rage.