January 20, 2017, will be a vital day in American history. Donald J. Trump, the general population's tycoon, will be confirmed as the 45th president of the United States. I don't anticipate that the sky will shout out or the four horsemen of the end of the world to show up as he raises his correct hand. Decisions are what they are, and they regularly abandon us with awful results and sketchy individuals. Be that as it may, I do trust his introduction will flag a sensational and dull move toward the nation.
That is about as decent as I can put it. My mom, who lives on the bank of Mississippi and doesn't talk governmental issues frequently, says it all the more baldly: "the nation is going straight to damnation."
Trump will enter office with the most minimal endorsement rating in four decades.