by Lael Ewy
EastWesterly Review has, over the years, maintained its satirical pose, even throughout the George W. Bush administration, during which we worried that satire would never be able to actually keep pace with the absurdity of events.
But now, with the election of a man whose dimwittedness is outmatched only by his pointless mean-spiritness, we may have finally come to that pass.
In this issue, we’ll plunge forth with the satire anyhow, of course, but to mark the first anniversary of life in the era of Trump, we present this issue with our tongues mostly removed from our cheeks, with a sense of grief at the loss of a great, if problematic, republic, and facing a future that seems fraught if not dire.
With the exception of myself, the writers here have initiated this project. I’m proud to welcome them aboard and happy that they have allowed me to contribute as well.
Without further delay, please share our grief, and in doing so, I hope you find some hope and consolation.