Twenty Seventeen

So now it’s twenty seventeen. Not that I expected it to be, nor expect it to be for at least the first few weeks, it’s not different from 2016.

However, the day after my forty-first birthday, I expect things to begin to change pretty drastically. The biggest change will be that we will definitively no longer have a president most of the country can be proud of. There are plenty of people, several eye-rollingly in my own family, who say that we haven’t had one for the last eight years either. But we’ve had a classy, gracious, gentleman in the White House the last eight years, and we will have someone who is the polar and exact opposite of both adjectives and the noun for the next four. And he will officially be in office. The very thought makes me nauseated.

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