Trump and his pet Elon (or is it Elon and his pet Trump?) have made their way to Washington DC this morning for a series of scowly meetings with the outgoing administration. While I should probably pay attention to the vivisection of the American government, I can’t really be bothered.

It’s been a week now and I’m still not over it. My days are fine, and busy, but I find myself accompanied at all times by a hard little ball of anxiety nestled in my stomach. Many of us felt this way last time, too, when our forty-seventh president defeated Hilary Clinton to become the forty-fifth. Eight years later, it somehow feels worse. Not because I’m as worried about the future as I was the last time around, although I remain very worried about the future, but because the American people can no longer claim ignorance about the sort of person we just elected. A bad person.

America just elevated a rapist, felon, conman, grifter, and liar to its highest office. Nine years ago, one could somewhat plausibly claim they did not know the truth about Donald Trump. That he is, at best, amoral. That he is, at best, far more interested in his personal fortunes than that of the nation he was elected to serve. That he is deeply, fabulously, almost lavishly corrupt. This time, however, all of this is known and yet we decided that Donald Trump is the right man for the job. Or, maybe it’s more accurate to say he’s the right man for the mob.

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Because that’s what the nation feels like in this moment. Not much better than a mob hellbent........

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