The crap that orangeman is going to want to do likely won't affect me. Maybe a little, but not much.
But it still depresses the hell out of me. I can feel the funk lifting as time progresses, but slowly, slowly.
And I find myself wondering what it was like when Mussolini started. If orangeboy starts offering free food and public spectacles, I'll know, I guess.
Sons of bitches.
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