Right now: A deliriously happy, relieved Donald Trump races down 5th Ave, trying to buy a goose as big as a child for a Muslim family.
The Trump phenomenon is an exercise in what you can accomplish if you simply don't care about what you're saying is true.
I blame Chewie for not fixing the hyperdrive in time.
Last time I felt this way was 9/11. And I had forgotten how it felt.
"What did you tweet during the Trump Wars, Grandpa?"