“Trump Anxiety” brings kumbaya moments for everybody.

by Angela K. Durden 

Kumbaya, my Lord. The old spiritual written during the Roaring Twenties, the official version sung in Gullah and called Come by Yuh. Everybody knows it — or knows of it. These days “kumbaya” is used as a snarky comment or a call for a group hug. Flexibility is its strong point. The song is a simple melodic and lyric repetitions consisting of:

Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya (3x)

Someone's [singing, laughing, crying, praying, sleeping] Lord, kumbaya (3x each)

All followed by: Oh Lord, kumbaya (for a total of 7x throughout the song)

Job Creation: H*ll, yeah; promise kept. 

This flexibility of audience attraction [and might I point out: Job Creation] has put certain pastors and therapists in paradise because of the current worrisome political climate, something they have named “Trump Anxiety”.

More and more are seeing their parishioners and clients exhibit signs of “Trump Anxiety” leading to public meltdowns such as this woman who wrote on her Facebook page: 

I actually had a very long and vivid dream the other night about him, and what made it a nightmare was that I had to be his babysitter/keeper. He was at times a self-centered 5 year old in a man's body, unable to sit still, listen, behave, or focus on anything but himself. I really did have this dream….

We really do believe you, lady.

Quoted on baptistnews.com after mentioning a "very stable man" who had a meltdown in a meeting: “It reminds me how brittle people really are,” said Julie Pennington-Russell, senior pastor at First Baptist Church in Washington, D.C. “We are in that kind of time when churches have so much to offer. As much as ever, churches have a beautiful opportunity right now to reach people who otherwise wouldn’t think of reaching for God.” Further, she added, “We must keep grounding our congregants and ourselves in what is not shakeable.”

And from his Facebook page, Atlanta therapist Andrew H. Gee: “I would be glad to see people who are suffering from anxiety and depression, or other concerns, related to the current political and cultural situation.”

Who's hitching up their gitalong?

See? Job creation centered around kumbaya moments. No matter if you are singing, laughing, crying, praying, or sleeping, Trump has thought of you.

Of course, I believe the vast majority having crying meltdowns right now are Democratic Progressive Socialists (DPS) watching their dreams die. See, the DPS have lived in fairy tale land for so long they assumed their lives would always be this way. But God loves them, too. I know this because the Bible tells me so, right?

Anyway, for those of us who have been living in the real world and praying, we’re not having any meltdown in this current political and cultural climate. We've been fighting against it since The Sixties when them radical proFESSoars took over the campuses with illegal power grabs. Heck, we'd have already been "back in the USSR" if we hadn't been #standingfirm against them. 

So, we’re the ones putting on our boots, hitching up our gitalong, pushing them recalcitrant DPS dogies, and hollering “Gitterdun!”