By Peachy Keenan
We find ourselves, almost incredibly, at the dawn of what may be a new Golden Age. President-elect Trump is planning to unleash a mile-wide tornado of Executive Orders on January 20th that will obliterate four years of Biden-era crud in its path. I have no doubt that the entire southern border will be sealed, Venezuelan gang members will be loaded onto deportation transports, and peace will break out in Ukraine within the first few weeks of his presidency. Hamas will suddenly remember it's holding hundreds of Israelis in dungeons and sheepishly let them go.
Just a few bold, early moves in the right direction will echo into history and set the stage for one of the most consequential eras in modern American history.
Perhaps more importantly, the instantaneous changeover from the out of gas, broken down jalopy Biden admin to a rocket-propelled jet engine blasting out of the gate will be enough to lift the leaden blanket off our hearts and minds. Vibes will flow. The energy will shift hard. It will be a glorious celebration, and optimism will once again course through the nation's veins. The rivers will turn red, white, and blue. The birds will warble the Star-Spangled Banner. Happiness will awaken and come out of its long slumber, squinting in the bright January morning.
Yes, I feel this way.
But this is not my first time at the rodeo. We are still mere mortals, earthbound, subject to the conflicting desires of all the other millions of people crowding this democracy. Barring pure and enlightened monarchy, we are going to experience disappointments. There will be setbacks. But, this time around, there will be no corrupt FBI traps or grotesque special counsel investigations or slanderous "Russia" hoaxes. There will be no hairless moles like Lieutenant Colonel Vindman in his dirt hole burrowed beneath the Oval Office, spying on the president and squealing to Nancy Pelosi.
This time, the pitfalls and landmines are more obvious... | 
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