In his poem, “Mending Wall,” Robert Frost says that whatever it is that does not love a wall “wants it down.”
But our president (who unlikely to have read much poetry) has walled himself into an intractable corner where he — with his back to the wall for which he lusts — is doing what any cornered animal does: hiss and bark and threaten, hoping we will be as frightened as he and the Republicans are of living as Americans have for more than two centuries: without Trump’s wall.
That’s darn good advice, and most of us haven’t spent enough time wondering about the answer.