It was quaint, really. That feeling I had in the months after the 2016 presidential election, where I convinced myself I'd do everything possible in the next four years to prevent Donald Trump from becoming normalised.
It was our duty to never stop shouting about his abnormalities, and I believed that this conscientiousness had an unlimited bandwidth. I'd be obstinate and cantankerous. I'd be unflinching. I'd be resolute. The fate of the republic depended on it.