So, today’s the day we get to say the words that twelve months ago we thought we never would, so ridiculous, so implausible did they sound when put in the same sentence together in this order:
Today is the day that Donald J. Trump becomes the President of the United States of America.
Some of my blogging peers have said that, depressing and scary though this is, we need to stay positive, and this is a position I want to buy into. For unless he happens to drive past one too many grassy knolls during his Presidency (and given he owns that golf course in Scotland which has loads of them, it’s got to be a possibility. Come on Scotland, you know what to do!) we’ve got him for at least the next four years (he couldn’t win a second term, could he…?)
So, something positive. Hmmmm.
*Rummages around the shelves in Dubious Towers*
Ok, this seems perfect. One could take the title as an endorsement, but you can wipe that thought from your mind: listen to the lyrics and that’s not where the artist (or me) is coming from. This is a song of hope, of faith, of determination in the face of adversity:
So I’ll try to stay positive, and to send positive vibes out to you all. We can get through this.
Appropriate records are my weapon of choice though, so I may get weak and falter every now and then. For example, when I’m watching his inauguration later today, I may find myself getting the urge to post something uncomplimentary. Like this:
Or maybe I’ll need to show restraint after he is sworn in and gives his first speech as your actual President (I’m not sure “speech” is the right description. The phrase rather implies someone had actually written it in advance; however Trump’s delivery gives the impression that what he says has been completely made up on the spot), and I find my finger hovering over the Publish button after I’ve written a scathing diatribe which ends with this record:
I’ll try to resist, but I can’t promise anything.
Besides, nothing I can write or post will be as succinct as this, made all the more dead-eye accurate by the sight of his private helicopter parked up in the background:
More soon.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering where this week’s edition of The Chain is, it’s on it’s way.
A History of Dubious Taste 