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Coming to terms with Trump is like an early-stage cancer diagnosis

Sixteen years ago I wrote Donald Trump’s inaugural address, as a joke. It’s not a joke any more

20 February 2016

9:00 AM

20 February 2016

9:00 AM

A few nights ago, my missus and I were walking along Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, minding our own business while trying not to think about Donald Trump — or Ted Cruz, or Hillary Clinton, or Bernie Sanders.

Presently we passed the Old Post Office Building, a venerable pile dating to 1899.

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Christopher Buckley was a speechwriter for George H.W. Bush. His novel The Relic Master came out last year.

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