Last Wednesday, as I tried to prevent my overactive cat from climbing across my shoulders, it became obvious something very bad was happening in Washington DC. The reporters assembled to cover the shift were expecting Trump’s rally to follow the same blueprint as other rallies before it, and for a while it did: a bombastic speech from the orange-in-chief (check), a bit of chanting (check), a lot of red hats and Trump 2024 banners (check), and a bunch of angry people with their fists in the air causing temporary havoc in the streets before getting into cars and buses and making their way home.
As we all know now, it didn’t quite happen that way. Working from home in New York, all my fiance heard from me at the other side of the room as I followed our live-stream of events and he tried to complete calls with clients was: “Oh, wow… Oh my God… Oh my good God… OH MY GOD!”
“She works in the media,” E clarified hastily to the person on the other end of the line.
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