My Inauguration Day mood (trigger warning)

This will probably be deleted, but I can't get over the fact that I can't shake this thought from my Inauguration addled brain now that La Naranja Loco is back in charge:

Most times, when the rapist bends you over, eventually you have no choice but to stop resisting.

I don't have the energy to do the resistance thing again. I don't even know any more...