Unbelievable

I???m never going on vacation. I???m never seeing my friends. I???m never getting my bed back. My brutal, crazy, exasperating year with Trump is going to end???by not ending at all. Trump will be president. The most powerful person in the world. And I will be locked in a press pen for the rest of my life. Does anyone really believe he???ll respect term limits? I have a vision of myself at sixty, Trump at a hundred, in some midwestern convention hall. The children of his 2016 supporters are spitting on me, and he is calling my name: ???She???s back there, Little Katy! She???s back there.???

The above was my first laugh-out-loud moment, imagining her reaction to the possibility that her brutal time on the campaign trail would never end, and that she would forever be called out by a man with no qualms about endangering or seeking to bully her. It was a laugh based on great sympathy.

Katy Tur is a very engaging writer, with a ton of heart, and no lack of guts. This book is something only a small group of people could write, and Katy was there from the beginning covering a campaign and a candidate like no other.

The crowd in New Hampshire is frothing as Pence talks about Clinton. He???s got a microphone, but in the middle of his speech another message cuts in, a maniac with a buzz saw of a voice, screaming out from the crowd. He???s close enough to the press pen for me to hear but far enough from Pence that the God-fearing running mate keeps on talking as if nothing were happening. I don???t know if Pence even hears this other man. Probably not. But I do, and I will never unhear him: not the man???s message, and not the thousands of other voices that summarized 2016 by not shouting him down.

???Assassinate that bitch,??? the man said.

And the crowd said nothing.

???Assassinate that bitch.???

And the crowd cheered on.