This Country, I Once Loved, is Bat-Shit Crazy and I Don’t Like it Anymore
On November 9, 2016, when I learned that somehow, someway the least qualified man in history, and likely in the future, had received a victory in the Electoral College, I literally became numb. My brain could not comprehend what had happened to my country. I knew the real Donald Trump. I was aware that he had committed tax fraud for years. I knew about his bribery of state officials, I had researched his past and discovered that he was a failed businessman who had been rescued by Vladimir Putin and his Oligarchs at least once, and then again by the Saudi Royal Family. His many accusations of sexual assault were based on fact. He committed adultery while married to three different women. I also knew that he had been to at least two of Jeffrey Epstein’s sex parties. Finally, I was convinced that not only did daddy Fred buy his exemptions, keeping him from serving in Vietnam, he also paid for his diploma from Wharton. Trump had records sealed the moment he was sworn into office on January...