A severe case of “Trumpite”

On November 8, 2016, as soon as it became clear that Trump had been elected president, I've been depressed like at least 100 millions of other Americans.

Ever since I had to function and live in spite of that surreal situation, but it has taken a terrible toll on me, my attitude, my future plans and my faith in the future.

I'm no longer the man I used to be, thanks to the Russians and the 60 million mean, gullible and idiot individuals who tipped the balanced in favor of that would-be-dictator.

Today, I seek solace in hoping that somehow, miraculously almost, we finally get rid of that scourge, come January of 2021.

The road ahead is still long and paved with pains and sorrows, but I need to pump myself up, to do better than just survive until that time.