Well, tomorrow is it, the day which loomed over us for so long that we started to feel maybe it would never come.
The greatest president of our lifetime, dragooned ignominiously back to that glitzy Gotham for which he did so much, to face humiliation and obloquy.
So my plea to you, readers, followers, Ettes, lurkers—is that you direct your prayers and /or good thoughts toward Trump tonight, and tomorrow. Put all other thoughts aside and focus on willing him peace, comfort, fortitude, dignity.
He MUST come through this, for our sakes.
If he doesn't:
" What a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished o'er us."
My heart is breaking tonight. And so every American's should be.
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