I’m With Her. Still.

The best things about Donald Trump is knowing he’s a thin-skinned pussy. So you know for sure seeing Hillary Clinton reading from “Fire & Fury” got his goat.

You know what I miss the most about Hillary? I miss her not being able to land a joke. I miss her awkward laugh. I miss her exhausting attention to detail. I miss her being a lousy candidate.

More and more, when Donald Trump talks about Hillary Clinton, which he does obsessively, he talks about being a better candidate.

It’s true.

He was.

And so what?

There’s nothing to it, which is why Donald Trump was good at it. Anybody can be an asshole. He just happens to be particularly good at it. But when it comes to running the country, representing The American People with dignity on the world stage in Davos, honoring the people of Haiti on the anniversary of an earth shattering earthquake, giving comfort to the family of Heather Heyer after Hell was unleashed on Charlottesville, battle rapping Jay-Z, when it comes to all of these things, Donald Trump is a disaster.

And he won’t learn from his mistakes because he’s never had to, so minus the struggle necessary to face the consequences of your actions, Donald Trump is destined to keep repeating the same mistakes, while dancing around the Nuclear Button.

I don’t blame him. I blame us. But I don’t like it. And I miss Hillary.

Turns out, on too many levels to count, we have the president we deserve, since we refuse to learn from our mistake by getting rid of The Electoral College. As easy as it would be, we can’t blame Mitch McConnell, either. You can’t blame a criminal for being a criminal.

But you can vote the criminal out of office. You can form an American War Crimes Tribunal and try the criminal for being a criminal.

Just saying.