The Orange Emperor is Buck Nekkid

Oh, how the world has changed in the past ten days.

Back on November 2, 2020, Donald J. Trump loomed over our every thought. He cast a shadow larger than Mt. Rushmore. Our every waking moment was filled with the fear of what Trump might do if his desire for a second term was thwarted.

On November 3rd, most of us were filled with a flood of emotions that sloshed back and forth in our hearts. We teetered between terror and joy. All-day, and long into the evening, we cried tears of fear and tears of hope. Would he be defeated, at last, this lying, cheating, self-serving evil spirit of a man? Would we be suddenly freed from the anxiety he’d been creating for the past five years?

Or would his moment of electoral defeat give rise to a surge of violence from his followers? Would we find ourselves plunged into riots, street fights, killing in the name of the American Presidency?

I don’t know about all of you, but I was scared out of my tiny liberal mind.

I even shared a Facebook meme that asked the question, “What are you all planning to wear to the civil war next week?”

Ha. Ha. No.

I didn’t sleep for a moment on November 3rd. I frantically watched TV, monitored Twitter, and baked desserts all day on November 4th.