We have reached the point where, tomorrow, a complete buffoon will take the famous oath of allegiance and become arguably the most powerful man on earth. I expect the event to be utterly vulgar and self-serving: as big as an olympic opening ceremony, but geared entirely to the promotion of one man. How the hell did we get to this point? It's a total farce: the guy isn't even a politician, but an overprivileged egomaniac whose sole intention is self promotion. He has no idea how to run a country, yet there he is posing behind he desk of the Oval Office. We have two options left to us: either we despair, descending into worry at what the future holds; or we can sit back and break into a cheesy grin. All one can do sometimes is laugh at the absurdity of it all; we have no power to change anything. The situation is Pythonesque, and all we need now is for a big giant foot to drop from the sky with a big fart sound. That would certainly make the inauguration tomorrow memorable.
[Edited 19/01/2017 at 18:20:20 - added a bit]