I don’t know which is worse: the fact that the joke about the giant meteor is recognized and instantly understood all over the country, or the fact that every single detail about this upcoming presidency is horrifying and yet would have been inconceivable within all of our lifetimes (until now, when it appears to be inevitable).
It feels like the contractions are starting for Rosemary, and her neighbors are closing in to assist in the birth of her baby.
