Speaking of our 45th president. There was no getting around discussing him in a diary of 2020, much as I would have preferred. Even now, working in a backdated retroactive retrospect, it is with a heavy heart, grit teeth, and no small amount of gag reflex, I soldier forward with the editing.
At the moment I’m revisiting this entry, the television is full of split screen talking heads discussing yet another of 45’s many, many trials in which he currently finds himself, and I’m already sick of it, and it’s just a clear indication of how far the GOP has fallen when That Guy has become the Republican candidate for the presidential election this year.
Yes, another goddamned election year. Perhaps in poring over my past observations and rants of 2020, I might be able to better endure what will surely be another shit show of bipartisan idiocy between President Biden’s supporters and That Guy’s supporters. Perhaps. Or maybe pigeons will fly out of my ass. Either way.