My Last Trump Rant.

Like the remains of this cactus, Donald Trump is rotten from the inside out.  I hope that when he walks up the ramp to Air Force One at Andrews Air Force Base, he has a streamer of toilet paper stuck to his shoe. 

He leaves behind a city and a country reeling from 400,000 Americans dead from a pandemic whose gravity he denied; an economic crisis; and an internal political rift so great that it invites comparisons to the Civil War.

A liar on an unprecedented scale, Trump made more than thirty thousand false statements What he said in all those rallies and tweets was his authentic self: foul-mouthed, bullying, self-obsessed, racist and capable of breathtaking lies repeated over and over. He banned Muslims, caged children and tried to buy Greenland—in exchange for Puerto Rico.  He led a Boy Scout Jamboree in a chant of “Lock her up” aimed at Hillary Clinton. He insisted that a hurricane was about to hit Alabama and sought to cover up his mistake by redrawing a map of the storm’s trajectory with a Sharpie. He is the obese, orange-haired jackass who danced onstage to the Village People before thousands of adoring fans. 

He leaves office with the lowest average approval ratings in the history of the Presidency. And to put a cherry on this banana split of hypocrisy,  he assembled a mob and encouraged them to storm the Capitol. He told the rioters, “We love you.” 

Joe Biden will help us rediscover who we are and the bonds that unite us. I pray that he helps us become reunited, deprogrammed, refocused and reassured.