The sense of dread enveloping you is real. Donald Trump is the President-elect of the United States.
You try to scream, but you can't. The sky grows ever darker, your mouth agape in silent horror.
But the person most terrified is Trump himself, because he knows better than anyone just how much he doesn't know. And the awesome responsibility that has been placed on his shoulders is not something he is prepared for. He gazes into the future and sees only ruin, ruin that he has wrought.
Yesterday he met with Barack Obama in the Oval Office, a surreal sight that will never become less surreal. We are through the looking glass, dragged by a tiny hand, a massive ego and an unhinged hatred into a world we never wanted.
And from this image, we can gain a small sense of Trump's soul (or what passes for it). His thousand-yard-stare betrays his fear, his utter lack of preparation, his ignorance. He is not living in this moment. He is somewhere else entirely. And he is truly fucked.
But what could he be thinking? Based on his expression, we have some ideas.
1. This is an incredibly important moment. What do I do with my hands?
No one must see them.
2. What's the worst that could happen?
Shit, now that I think about it, that's actually really bad. Obama actually seems to know what he means with the words he says. What the fuck have I done?
3. That security briefing was the most confusing thing I've ever sat through in my life.
What the fuck do I do about any of this shit? World is fucked and I fucked it. Fucking fuck.
4. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fu
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5. This is my life now.
I can't get out of this, I've fucking done it now. Jesus Christ.
6. Hello darkness, my old friend.
History won't remember me, because once I fuck everything up there will be no one left to record it.