One day, exhausted by sanitized Democrats, we push on that door that Trump points to with his performance of terror.

The door swings open, and there before us is a valley full of puzzles, thighs, wa wa pedals, endangered swamp birds, discarded religions, executives in cages… This is chaos. Anything can happen. We move there and live in bliss. WOKELAND! Oh, we know how much power is here. We could stop bombs in mid-air and turn aircraft carriers into climate colleges. But would we want to go back? Do we have the power to go OUT the IN door and IN the OUT?