Imagine being so empty, so rotten inside, yet rising to sit at the pinnacle of power long enough to enrich yourself, to exact revenge and betray those who thought you were going to “fix” things.
Maybe it even surprised Donald in the beginning, but not anymore. He’s one entitled and desperate son of a bitch now, maybe seeing some writing on the wall, most likely ready to pull out all the stops and reek as much havoc as he can before January and even after.
We best gird our loins for what’s going to unfold—in the courts, in the streets, in the halls of Congress, around the world. Unless the Democrats are somehow able to stymie Trump’s plans, we need to prepare for two more years of inertia and gridlock and mayhem, even after the Dems get seated with their majorities.
Donald’s only superpower is being able to spell l-i-t-i-g-a-t-i-o-n, and he probably even knows what the word means. He knows the effect it can have on momentum, its distractive properties, its capacity for delaying what some might have hoped would be inevitable- putting Donald in a corner from which he can’t escape.
There are many of us hoping to live long enough to see that.
