The past 39 days feel like a compressed version of all of 2020

Since the election, after which we enjoyed a single day of celebration, I've felt worse and worse, haven't you?

The year 2020 has been described as a dumpster fire of a year. But November and December, so far, feel like a whole year of shit firestorms.

The non-stop skulduggery of the Orange Traitor and his cult has replaced elation with anxiety and fear. It seems like nothing is too evil and illegal and violent for them.

Plotting to kidnap, torture and execute the governor of Michigan? Imagine if this had happened five years ago. It would be in the headlines for weeks. Instead it's been swallowed up amid all the other outrages encouraged by the Traitor and enthusiastically carried out by his lawyers and followers.

Armed terrorists surrounding the homes of elected officials.
Insane lawsuits seeking to disenfranchise millions of voters and overturn the election.
Plans to destroy the Constitution and apparently our entire system of government.
Calls to destroy even the Republican Party from which they slithered. (If this was their only goal, I'd say be my guest).

And the Covid-19 situation getting worse and worse, with zero leadership from the Orange Traitor.

Is America going to make it to Inauguration Day safe and sound?
Dear Goddess, I hope so.