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So as the vote on December 19 keeps drawing nearer, I actually find myself hoping that everything the garbage bag in a human suit has done since November 8 has shown the electoral college that he (and everyone he keeps picking) is not at all the kind of person who should lead a nation or be our spokesperson to the rest of the world.

I don’t want to hope, because if I’m wrong, it’d be another punch in the gut after too many this year. But it’s in the back of my mind, a constant small voice whispering, Maybe there’ll be some redemption at the end of the year.

Of course, I never once imagined, even the slightest bit, that November 8 would’ve gone the way it did.

Four days left.