My name is Gary, and I’m addicted to blogging about Donald Trump.

Lord knows, I’ve tried to stop. Every week, I tell myself: Stop writing about Trump. Ignore him. Blog about redistricting or the Democratic primaries or Cooper-McCrory or why Thomas Mills lost his mind and is running for Congress.

But I can’t stop. It’s bigger than me. I’m helpless.

So I’m resorting to rationalization. Now I tell myself: Keep writing about Trump, because something big is happening here. Something huuuuuge. The rise of Trump says something deep and profound (and deeply and profoundly disturbing) about America. Keep picking it apart, and you’ll get it.

Besides, when I try to stop, temptation is everywhere. Everybody is writing about Trump. Any political story I read, any political conversation I have – it all leads back to Trump.

It’s not my fault.

It’s time for a serious intervention. Maybe from a higher power.