We haven’t even made it to January 20 (Trump inauguration). We already have major fires in our second largest city, terrorist attacks, talk of invading Greenland/Panama/Canada. almost no one talking about what we really need to do to cut carbon. Hospitals are full in my area and people talk about washing hands, but not about masking. I am already so weary. I don’t know what is going to happen after January 21.
I’m waging a tiny, ineffectual protest whereby I almost never say his name, and avoid mentioning him at all whenever possible. It’s never a good idea to give a raging narcissist the attention they crave. It’s an interesting writing challenge, and makes me feel a little better, at least.