As we somehow press forward to survive the Trump Dynasty, I recall the words of  T.S. Eliot to define the character of the president’s  horrific performance.  They are from the poet’s “The Hollow Men”, which is a perfect fit for Trump, Pence,  Kushner, Bannon, Sessions et al….
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar