It’s been a hell of a week.

An iron IV that knocked me off my feet for the rest of the week.  Apparently some folks get up from the chair and feel outstanding; others end up nauseated, exhausted, and with raging headaches.  Guess which camp I landed in?  Yeah.

On a side note, a head’s up for anyone out there who might need an iron boost someday:  for most of the IV day your pee will be a rusty color.  You know, just in case your nurse forgets to tell you.  I could have done without that heart stopping moment in the restroom.

Four full days where I left the house by 8:00am and didn’t get back until around 2:00.  Phoebe and Gracie did not appreciate the sudden increase in quality alone time, that’s for sure.

Twenty minutes before leaving town yesterday T-man took a major spill in the road.  After grabbing Bear from practice plus 4½ hours of crazy involving an urgent care visit and late dinner we finally managed to pack up and leave.  At 9:30pm.  With T-man stretched out across my backseat icing his sprained knee.

Plus the commander in chief referred to places in Africa as “shithole countries.”  So there’s that.

The news first flashed across my phone on Thursday evening after Bear’s basketball game.  I saw it pop up on my home screen and my mouth dropped open – not from shock at the statement, sadly.  Trump’s shock and awe factor wore off sometime last spring.  But the pain, embarrassment, fury, and frustration is still raw.

I’m not delusional.  I know Trump and I disagree on the most basic level about human rights, including immigration, and he’s made it clear he’s not inclined toward entertaining opposing viewpoints.  I’m not the least bit surprised to learn Trump made this particular argument, but the lack of any sense of decorum?

Dammit.  I guess that means the level of discourse in our White House does still surprise me…if one can be surprised by a behavior repeated time and time again.

The White House’s immediate reaction to Trump’s comments was equally discouraging.  While two American ambassadors (in Haiti and Botswana) were called upon to explain the president’s hate speech, the White House issued the following statement defending Trump’s immigration policy.  Without any denial of crude or racist language.

“Certain Washington politicians choose to fight for foreign countries, but President Trump will always fight for the American people…Like other nations that have merit-based immigration, President Trump is fighting for permanent solutions that make our country stronger by welcoming those who can contribute to our society, grow our economy and assimilate into our great nation. He will always reject temporary, weak and dangerous stopgap measures that threaten the lives of hardworking Americans, and undercut immigrants who seek a better life in the United States through a legal pathway.”

Just as discouraging were the Trump supporters who rushed to his side on Friday, including Jesse Watters’ common man defense of the “shithole” remark.

” “This is how the forgotten men and women of America talk at the bar,” Watters told his co-hosts.

“If you’re at a bar, and you’re in Wisconsin, and you think they’re bringing in a bunch of Haiti people, or El Salvadorians, or people from Niger, this is how some people talk,” he said.

“Is it graceful?  No,” he added. “Is it polite or delicate? Absolutely not. Is it a little offensive? Of course it is. But you know what? This doesn’t move the needle at all.”

“This is who Trump is … and if he offends some people, fine,” Watters concluded.” “

Hey look, everybody…you thought he was a super rich businessman, but Trump’s just like you.  Gee, white men really can’t get a break these days.

Where’s a brilliant, highly educated, white Norwegian Visa applicant when you really need one?

What in the ever-loving fuck.

By Friday afternoon the writing was on the wall.  Republicans, Democrats, and the world community all denounced Trump’s language.  Mainstream media took off the gloves and called it for what it is – racist – and the president hid behind tweets denying use of this specific phrase.

Excuse the language, but my bullshit meter’s off the charts.