Descent of the Host, 46th Day of Childwinter, 525 M.E. (Deneb):  For those of you keeping score at home, this is my 6,094th post to WDW. I probably should have said something last year when I reached 6,000, but I hadn't noticed at the time, and I probably won't when I hit 7,000 sometime in 2027 (?). should I live that long.

Should the world last that long. I'm at the stage now in this second Trump presidency where I wake up each morning dreading to learn what stupid-ass shit the Cheeto did overnight. The latest embarrassments, though, weren't by the Orange One himself  but by his minions. Over in Europe, our alcoholic, black-out drunk Secretary of Defense gave away all of Ukraine's negotiating leverage by telling the European military leaders that Ukraine getting back the territory seized by Russia and of ever joining NATO should be considered off the table. So our opening position in the ceasefire negotiations is, um, unconditional surrender? Then our Vice President, once he got on stage, gave a blistering denouncement of the state of European democracy, as if America were still the shining example of fair and free elections and as if his boss hadn't tried to engineer a coup a mere four years ago.

I'm embarrassed to be an America with representation like that. The men are a disgrace to their country and to the offices they hold. We're not even one full month into the presidency, and the thought of 47 more months fills me with existential dread.