It’s been six weeks since Donald Trump was elected to be the next President and I still wake up many mornings and think: Donald Trump is the President. WTF.
Most days I swing between plucky optimism (“Maybe it will be OK”) and dark despair (“But… DONALD TRUMP”).
But here we are.
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Apparently in 2016 we also had our own election, but perhaps because the campaign went for 100 years or because it was a contest between two centrist, middle aged, socially progressive, imminently reasonable grey-haired men in blue ties, nobody paid much attention.
We were all too gripped by the most unorthodox, dramatic, astonishing election campaign the world has ever seen.
The prospect of the first female president of the United States was dangled temptingly in front of us for almost two years before it was cruelly snatched away by a reality TV star who hasn’t paid taxes in 18 years, brags about grabbing women by the pussy, and calls all the women whose vaginas he doesn't want to grab "dogs", "pigs", "fat" and "disgusting".
You couldn’t make this up.
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And yet this is our new reality as 2016 lurches to a dramatic close.