Kickass, the doorstop dog, says there is nothing magic about 100 days except after you have lived through them you want to live through another 100 and then another 100 and…….. And the older you get the greater that desire becomes even as its likelihood statistically decreases. So by this measure—the only one that really counts, the 100-day contrary proclivities of a dysfunctional, narcissistic leader is as inconsequential as a flyspeck on the wall.
Tomorrow begins a new count:
Day one—Turn off the damn TV and go morel hunting.
Day two—Walk down to the village square and salute the flag.
Day three—Write a laudatory note to a grandchild.
Day four—Meet an old friend for lunch and don’t talk politics.
Day five—Wake up refreshed and not obsessed about that GD flyspeck.