This afternoon, I tuned in for what history might someday call Trump’s real inaugural address. Not the pomp and circumstance of the first one, but the raw, unvarnished spectacle of a man addressing the crowd he believes crowned him king. It wasn’t a speech. It was a sermon—a rambling, self-indulgent litany of grievances, each punctuated by applause from his faithful...
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