I can't even make it to the end.
Even a new, pragmatic, intelligent president can't pull this one up from the bottom.
This is the year I found I can't work anymore. The year I lost my house. The year my pain got much worse. The year the money ran out. Hell, I'm one of the lucky ones.
Could be worse. Could be -3 degrees.
Oh, wait, it is.
Could be worse. Could be giving birth in a tree during a flood.
Good night and good luck.