The last few days I’ve been either in a stew or in a snit, alternating between a state of horror and a deep, howling grief.
In between times, I’ve been actually plotting my own survival strategies, working on ways to resist and protest without getting arrested. I do not intend to accept the presidency of a man who usurped the Oval Office using his team of gremlins at Wikileaks, in Russia, and at the FBI. Furthermore, this usurper didn’t even come close to winning the popular vote.
So I’ll be calling him Resident Trump. That’s all he is going to get from me.
Add your own linguistic protests below if you like or just take the space to vent.
He may have wormed his way into our White House, but we don’t have to like it.