Not once in the last four years has news about the American president failed to disappoint me. Every time I let myself think, “surely someone will be able to hold *this* terrible decision in check,” the answer has been a resounding no.
I like to give people the benefit of the doubt, but I cannot wrap my mind around how anyone can look back on the last four years and say, “you know what, let’s give him another shot.”
Apparently not enough lives have been destroyed for people to be sure.
I have no faith that this election is going to end well. It’s hard to say what the result will be, but it feels like it will be messy.
I would love to be wrong, but not only am I not going to count those chickens before they’ve hatched, I’m avoiding the coop altogether.