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  • Today is 20 Jan, 2017. There is a new President being sworn in. I am crying. I am crying because in America, a moron is being sworn in as President. It’s not the first time we’ve had a moron: George W Bush, the 43rd president. And Warren G Harding, the 29th (if you haven’t heard of him, look him up).

    There were many others.

    Those two shrivel like flaccid, insecure little penises compared to what is happening today. Their inaugurations were as the inaugurations of fleas basking upon a twig.

    Trump is a moron of epic proportions.

    But today, weirdly, I lurch back to Nov 22, 1963. By noon, in California, a lot of people were crying. We came back from lunch, in elementary school, and the teacher was crying as she explained to us what had happened. I came home from school, and my mother, and her Guatemalan ‘femme de ménage’ were crying. That day, the American Republic was shot dead. Now, 53 years later, I am crying for today, and I am also crying for then, that other crying.

    Today, Trump enters the highest office in the land. He will sleep in its bed. He will reshape it into a place where women can be raped and countries pillaged. His moral vacuity will destroy our planet. He makes me glad, in a way, I had an abortion once. That I chose not to bring a child into a world that will be governed by him.

    In 1963, we were crying for what we had lost. Our vision as a nation, maybe. Now I am crying from horror at what I witness from across the ocean.
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