Sometimes, oh, my sweet, weary people of Donald Trump’s America, it feels like we’re sailing in skiffs on a sea of shit and some of us believe we can get across the shit sea to shore and some of us believe that we’re gonna sink but we all know we’re damned to keep sailing as wave after wave of shit keeps hitting us, and every time we dare to hope that we’ve seen the worst shit wave, that perhaps we’ll get a break and just sail as smoothly as possible through a shit sea, a fucking massive turd wave in a shit storm appears on the horizon and we’ve gotta batten down the hatches and ride this one out, even though we know that in the best possible circumstances, we’ll get over or through but still coated in shit.