Note: I was on vacation on the real Groundhog Day, but worked diligently before leaving to write and schedule my annual GHD post. Alas, it never appeared, apparently falling victim to the Trump-Musk DOGE infiltration of WordPress, intent on eliminating all criticisms of the new regime and mistaking non-white-male images as DEI subversion. Now I am back, and, like my fellow Democrats, stand ready to fight back as I shake off my “Why bother?” torpor. So here you go, in case you’d like to turn back the clock and relive the last 3+ weeks.

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Like a lot of my favorite things–sleeping well, democracy, following politics–Groundhog Day has been turned on its head.

True, there’s still a resemblance to the 1993 film, in which Bill Murray hits the alarm each morning only to find he is trapped in the same day. I feel trapped, too.

Only my day begins with hair-on-fire head exploding as the radio blares the latest atrocities of Trump 2.0. Unlike Bill Murray, whose do-overs present an opportunity for tiny adjustments that make things better, Trump’s do-over is an opportunity for vengeance and making everything worse. Guided by his less lazy and smarter Project 2025 Overlords, he’s doing a bang-up job. At least I feel pretty banged up, and except for being female and from a Blue state, I’m not even a target! The dreary, gentle tedium depicted in the film has been supplanted by a fast-track descent into ever more horrifying levels of hell.

So if I were a groundhog these days, I’d be tempted to go back in my tunnel and never come out. At least not until the mid-terms.

But then I realize it’s Bite or Flight.

I’m rooting for Bite.