And so It Begins
My stomach is one big knot. I didn’t feel this much trepidation at George Bush’s 2001 election. I don’t know what bothered me more watching the inauguration, Trump’s dictatorial demeanor or Paul Ryan’s smug smile.
I have nothing to add to the mass of concerns and insecurities all over the web. I am just marking the beginning of whatever this turns out to be.
And so it begins.