Right after Trump's election, I wrote a lot as a way to channel my rage. This seemed more productive than simply not sleeping, which I did not do much of in that first week after Nov. 8.
The weeks rolled by. I resisted all the efforts to normalize, to "give him a chance." Eventually I wrote about other things, without ever believing that Trump was worthy of the post or was in any way a decent human being.
Now we are here, with just 12 hours more until he becomes the President of the United States. Suddenly all those emotions are back. We have a career showman who began his political ascent by peddling the racist lie that President Obama is not an American. We have a business licensing hack who otherwise failed at business and needed his father's help to get started anyway. We have someone who proved that demonization works, that the bully wins, that facts and decency do not matter.
This is what Trump means and this what he stands for. Count me among the permanent resistance.