This site was conceived in happier times – with lofty ideas of a smarter, more honest, more grown up discourse – but it was not ultimately birthed until the early days of the Trump presidency.
We, as a country, made a terrible mistake, and the implications are going to stretch wider and bore deeper than any of us are comfortable admitting.
And that’s the basic premise GTFUP: it is undoubtedly scary, unsettling, unpleasant, and decidedly un-optimistic, to think honestly about how much damage Trumpism is doing and will do to the United States.
But telling ourselves fairy tales – that our institutions will save us, that knights in white armor will save us, that Trumpism is just a blip on the radar, and we can repair everything that gets broken – is childish, and naive.
Adults don’t hide from reality; they confront it, and act accordingly.
The writer Lauren Duca wrote a chilling assessment of the “First 100 Days” of the Trump presidency that included a line that has been rattling around in my brain ever since: “There are no alarms left to sound.”
This shook me to the core then, and as the days have become years, it has resonated again and again. Because the alarm bells have faded into white noise, the madness has gotten worse, and if there’s one thing we know for certain, it’s that there is no bottom.
So this site has morphed from a cheeky, broad, lighthearted look at our collective sociological and political foibles, into one schmuck’s humble (sometimes, I hope), desperate attempt to sound every alarm he can think of about the greatest catastrophe his country has experienced in his lifetime.
The premise is fairly simple: every single adult in the United States needs to grow the f___ up, recognize what we’re up against.
I am a guy in his mid-thirties; my wife is a wicked cool writer, which makes me both proud and jealous; my body aches 10x more than it did three years ago, my brain is on fire, and the two are not unrelated; I worry constantly, I write too much, I’m doing the best I can.