Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
Trump is good, so good that I half expect myself to be taken with him, to feel some glimmer of inclination toward the optimistic view, but the prevailing mood is dread, dread bordering on depression. Then the thought arrives fully formed, without effort, without joy or pleasure either, just this final, crude certainty like a hammer coming down: Donald Trump, plainly and simply, is full of shit.
Beautiful Country Burn Again by Ben Fountain
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