The Machines Are Making Us Sick:

That we have a stinking, putrid relic of the 80s in the White House, practically dripping out of his clothes, his face slack with the kind of aging that happens when you’re consumed with hate and grievance, should not be a surprise.

The 80s birthed Trump. He slithered out of the 80s' womb, fully formed, soulless and dead-eyed and denied the love that could have made him fully human. He haunts us today, a reminder of a reactionary decade.