I never watched Donald Trump’s inauguration. Couldn’t do it. I think I spent the day flossing my perineum with concertina wire, because that seemed far, far less demoralizing.
But Minnesota senator and presidential hopeful Amy Klobuchar was there, and during a campaign event in Des Moines, Iowa, on Saturday, she recounted the late Sen. John McCain’s reaction to that grisly ceremony:
“John McCain kept reciting to me names of dictators during that speech, because he knew more than any of us what we were facing as a nation. He understood it. He knew because he knew this man more than any of us did.”
Of course, McCain could have recited the names of famous idiots or of people who look like expired haggises with bad comb-overs, but he chose dictators. Because he knew history, and he knew an existential threat when he saw one.
And he was right. Boy, was he ever.
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