These three years of Trump have felt like a hideous party from my college days — one of ear-drum cracking bad music, people shouting at one another to be heard, drunks reeling about thinking they are clever, drunks guzzling Boone’s Farm wine of every sickening favor, someone crying quietly in a corner, stoners slumped upon a raggedy couch watching TV and laughing, a lonely assistant professor holding forth on politics […]
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