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Four years of Trump? Eight? Could the future be that bleak?
With Trump, all bets are off; probabilities don’t matter anymore, or so it seems.
If they did, George W. Bush could still be confident that his reign as the worst President ever would not be about to end after eight measly years. Having broken a large part of the world and wrecked what we now call “the homeland,” he had every right to expect a longer reign.
What were the chances, after all, that a real estate finagler with political juice who turned the chunk of money his father gave him into a heap of ill-gotten gains, a thin-skinned egotist with the dignity and gravitas of a playground bully, a reality TV star, an ex-casino mogul, a builder of vulgar luxury resorts for the nouveau riche and a peddler of over the top schlock would be elected President of the United States?
He had nearly the entirety of the ruling class against him, along with the leaders and leading figures of both the Democratic and Republican Parties, the military and defense establishments, and the respectable media. Also, the polls left no doubt. Common sense left no doubt. The odds were ridiculous. Nevertheless, Trump won.
Maybe, the stars are still misaligned; maybe, this is the dawn of an Age of Absurdity.
But just in case Reason still has a place, now would be a good time to start worrying about a future with theocrat Mike Pence in the White House.
Pence is a reactionary’s…