A guide to life now that Donald Trump has the nuclear weapon codes.
Donald Trump is the president-elect of the United States. That is a sentence that should only exist in the Book of Revelations.
Events are still in motion. Alec Baldwin is rumoured to have taken refuge in the Canadian Embassy. Vladimir Putin is planning his invasion of Finland. Roger Ailes and Bill Cosby are setting up committees to explore 2020 presidential campaigns. Billy Bush is applying for a job as White House Press Secretary. The Canadian Football League is preparing for a dazzling, star-studded future. Gov. Chris Christie is in an Oreo coma.
Last night the Vancouver Canucks played a game in Madison Square Garden in New York. I hope Ranger fans were wise enough to scribble down the words to O Canada. If they’re coming we will expect them to know it. As for the rest of us, I suppose when Canucks forward Loui Eriksson actually scored a goal we should have guessed the Apocalypse was coming.
Trump took the stage around midnight PST and delivered a rambling, gracious speech. The mood was spoiled somewhat when somebody in the crowd apparently yelled “Kill Obama.” But when you consider that the man who gave the speech now controls both the U.S. Supreme Court and the nuclear launch codes, a little death threat against the sitting president draws a resigned shrug.
How bad could a Trump presidency get? That depends on the answer to a philosophical question: What are the limits of bad? Is there a Platonic ideal of badness?
We may soon see. Trump has promised to make America great again, and there is indeed greatness to be found in America’s past. The Great Depression comes to mind. We may be entering another such era momentous enough to require its own historical name, like the Black Plague, the Terror, or the Cultural Revolution. The candidate of the Ku Klux Klan, the man who said climate change is a Chinese conspiracy, the birther/wall builder/Muslim-banner who “loves the poorly educated,” the scam artist behind Trump University, the Pussy-Grabber-in-Chief, has won the presidency with the support of almost half of the American voters. Let’s have a naming contest for that event. Something involving the word “great.”
As of Monday I considered myself to be cynical about human nature. As of now I realize that I was SpongeBob Squarepants. The mere fact that Trump won the national election after proving, again and again and again over a period of many months, that he is likely one of the most reprehensible human beings currently alive in the United States, is a mind-altering experience.
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