An Exercise in Futility

I don't really believe it is happening. My mum died and Trump won the election, within a couple of hours of each other, and I am in denial about all of it. Sometimes I think he might have a heart attack, or end up in prison before he is sworn in, or something will happen to stop him - but as time marches on it looks less and less likely. Bisonfish says that Nixon was worse. That is scant comfort. All I keep thinking is: give these fuckwits one term, and nobody will ever want their like again. And it is easier for us to be properly angry about somebody like Trump, than, say, somebody like Cameron who was polite and said lots of the right things. So maybe there will be a proper revolution. Oh, and I am laughing about all the people who don't want to perform for the inauguration. That is properly cheering me up. But yeah. It seems to be happening, with or without our blessing, and apart from the odd rant I don't know what to do about it.