Trump has sprawled his Big Lie across the information highway creating a fog of falsehood that prevents his unwitting followers from arriving at the truth. They are piled up behind his Big Lie, and it reminds me of those ghastly highway nightmares where some hundred vehicles, in a dense fog, continue to slam into the rear of one another as they speed along blindly, unaware of the deadly impasse ahead.

There was no fraud. Perhaps a handful of incidents among millions of ballots. There was no “steal.” Thousands of polling officials at every level in both parties have so testified. All has been thoroughly investigated and verified. Bipartisan recounts, along with recounts of those recounts, have honestly and conscientiously done the job. The results remain the same. No fraud. No fix. No hanging chads. No voting corpses. No space lasers. No bamboo fibers.

And yet Trump, the corrupt scam artist, keeps pleading and haranguing from the sidelines about a “steal” — a coded command to his panicked lackeys in state governments to jam through legislation that would essentially cancel the result of any voting he does not like. Hello. He’s a dictator and he isn’t even in power. Or is he?

Several states have careened into insanity, paying out tax dollars to squads of incompetent, partisan clowns who are conducting yet more recounts — fraudulent ones — in order to try to wedge Trump back into office. And if this were to succeed? Trump, back in office? Ladies and gentlemen, it would be over. Goodbye America. Pack your bags and head for eternity.

Abbott Meader

Oakland