WASHINGTON, D.C. — And so we arrive at the cusp.
You can feel it in the city of presidents, this metropolis of neo-Roman edifices that once claimed to lead to the “free world,” and is now soon to experience its “Make America Great Again” restoration. The anticipation, the trepidation, the excitement, the dread. A weekend of galas and rallies; celebrants in their signature red hats meandering past the fences and porta potties on the National Mall; fireworks scheduled for Saturday night at Donald Trump’s golf course outside of town. And all of it hurtling towards the single, tremulous question.
What is about to happen?
The Star wants to terrorize the populace.
