I have everything I need to attend Donald Trump's inauguration on Monday from afar. Due to the low temperatures in Spain, my ceremony will also be held indoors. I've filled the walls with American flags, I've ordered half a dozen 10-story hamburgers, two cases of beer are chilling in my fridge, and I plan to parade down the hallway with an urn full of Wokeism's ashes. I've been practicing the Donald Trump holiday dance at the gym for weeks and I must say that my biceps already look like Hulk Hogan's.

As of Monday ... there will finally be an adult in the classroom of international politics.
As of Monday, we will be closer to the end of the absurd wars that are ruining the West, the schoolyard will cease to be chaos, and there will finally be an adult in the classroom of international politics.
As of Monday, a new era begins for the West. It will be a magical moment. Suddenly, human beings will once again be divided into two sexes, we will be able to call Hamas terrorists, Hamas terrorists, and nature and its resources will once again be at the service of man, and not the other way around. On Monday shouting "law and order!" will not be a thing of fascists but of good men, we will have a president in the White House capable of leaving the stage without falling into the void, and the vice-presidential office will be cleared of the empty vodka bottles lying on the floor.
As of Monday, illegal immigrants will have to go back home and look for a good reason to become legal like everybody else, the police will feel supported by the Government when fighting crime, and the Government will take some of its 25 hands out of the citizens' pockets. As of Monday no one will be laughing with Nicolas Maduro's idiotic jokes, abortionists will once again occupy the lowest rung in social scum, and no public authority will work to divide and pit Americans against each other based on race, sex, or political ideology.
Starting Monday, no one will be able to consider you a climate terrori...