Post-Trump stress disorder not enough reason to stay home — get out and protest

It takes a special kind of awful to unite us, writes Suzanne Harrington.

NOW that the 24-hour news cycle has hastened its pace to the point that British Iranian comedian Omid Djalili is complaining that material he writes in the morning has become obsolete by the afternoon, it’s very possible that we are all suffering from PTSD. That’s T for Trump. It’s only been a fortnight and we are all basket cases.

And yet turning off the news feeds is no longer an option. To do that is an ostrich response to the crazed tangerine velociraptor unleashed on the human savannah, all claws and teeth and a brain the size of a peanut. We can no longer look away. Pretending it doesn’t concern us is at best self delusion, at worst, complicity.