Trump: Come on in! The end of the world’s lovely at this time of year.
Sitting on the correct side of an argument afford you a special type of arrogance. It blinds you, it’s almost as strong as a religious conviction.
How could a man like Trump be president?
It doesn’t make any sense.
In September I was sitting in New York figuring out how to eat a sandwich the size of my head when I looked up and saw Hillary Clinton giving a speech. I’d managed to gnaw through half of it before giving up and coming to the realisation, Clinton is the antithesis of Donald Trump. The perfect candidate. Able to bring out the worst in one another. It was at that moment I realised Trump was incredibly likely to win.
