One Step Forward, Two Hundred Million Steps Back.
Personally, I
found the best way to cope with the shitstorm beginning in U.S. today was to
avoid it entirely.
If it were
feasible, I’d switch off the news for the next four years and hope for the
best. I can’t bear the thought of seeing his ignorant orange face. How was
it even possible for a man barely capable of finishing a cogent sentence to end
up in the White House? How many faux pas (to put it lightly)
must he be responsible for, for the people who voted for him to see sense? Well
done, America: you out-Brexited Brexit.
Thankfully,
outside of the odd post on Twitter and on the BBC News website, I managed to
avoid the inauguration. My day was spent doing banking for Mostly Comedy,
meeting my mum and watching the Partridge film Alpha Papa. The latter was just
what the doctor ordered, to use a tired cliché. When things are bad, it pays to
scale it all down and seek enjoyment in the little things. Speaking of little
things: I hope his hands are too small for the button.