Well, here we go.
Today’s the day. We’ve been waiting in anticipation for quite some time. The suspense is killing me or, at least, it’s making me constipated. In other words, I’m not looking forward to it. In fact, I’ve got a bad feeling about this. I’m not sure if it’s in the pit of my something or somewhere else. Somewhere ever so slightly out of the range of my vision, always at the edge, no matter how fast I turn. Other people really seem to be enjoying it though. To the point that some have big ole boners cloaked in red MAGA branded condemns crowned with a shockingly straight and thick blond pubic patch. It’s Inauguaration Day!
I’m not happy, but I am excited. After all, this is one of those days that the U.S. political system was crafted to keep in check, splitting up power and keeping it in line. And, oh holy shit, if it’s not going to be stress tested. Blatant cronyism and cabinet appointments, so ironic, that they make me wonder if Donald Trump isn’t the self-serving businessman that I think he is, but a hipster.
I get it, it’s certainly different. Maybe this is the change we needed, but I doubt it. This whole situation seems like a ‘roided up version of what got us in the trouble that began over sixteen years ago. It’s almost like that trouble is coming back in final boss form. We’ve given the inmates the keys. Is this what his supporters actually wanted? For the life of me, I can’t empathize with anyone looking forward to what’s about to happen.
Today, I don’t care what you do. Yet, I really do.