Throughout the 45th presidency, I’ve tried to relate the state of the world to stories and literature in order to make sense of it all. 1984 the obvious choice. The Handmaid’s Tale, Brave New World, Animal Farm; I’ve more recently settled upon Toonces The Cat Who Could Drive a Car as the best story to make sense of the last four years. You’ll remember it from Saturday Night Live in the late 80s. They climb in a car driven by Toonces. They enjoy a joyride in the country briefly, giddy over their driving cat. We very briefly get sucked into the characters, watching the fantasy play out, like fantasies on TV do everyday. In fairly short order though, the car careens off the road and everyone dies in a horrific crash because what else would you expect from a cat driving a car? There is no other possible outcome.