"This American Carnage Stops Right Here"

It was the briefest of instances at the very start. "...This moment is your moment, it belongs to you. This is your day. This is your celebration. And this, the United States of America, is your country."

First lie: 'the largest inaugural crowd in history, period." And downhill from there.

Not that I expect you'd have the guts to stick around in DC this weekend but if you did you'll be seeing what promises to be a MUCH larger crowd, also focused on you though not that you'd appreciate the attention. Actually, there will be a lot of crowds in a lot of places none of which a bone-spurred coward like you would be willing to be anywhere near. 

I know the expression goes, 'time flies when you're having fun,' but it has been crawling for a year. I cannot be alone in counting down the days. As of one minute after midnight this morning, it's 1095. not that you asked. Tick, tock, Kleine Hände. 

I had hoped you might grow into the office of the President but that hope like every other one has been dented and dashed. An inch was added to your height at your physical. And all the while the stature of our country as viewed by friends and foes around the world has been steadily diminishing. That's your doing and yours alone.

The shape of things to come

The day is fast approaching when you and the swamp you vowed to drain but, instead, put in charge, along with that army of greedheads, grifters, and grafters all the way to the rafters will be consigned to the dustbin of history. I would tell you, that you will be sorely missed, but like you, every day, I would be lying. Starting now. 
-bill kenny