I was never a faggot doomer, I promise.

I have believed since I woke up on November 4th that Trump won this election and it was obviously stolen. I have always believed it in my bones.

The only announcement that gave me PAUSE - not doubt, but PAUSE, was the appointment of Rudy Giuliani.

Really? Rudy?

I love him as much as the next pede, but he will be the lead in the most important legal proceedings in American history? When is the last time he practiced law?!

It also reeked of a show trial. It made you think, what if Trump knows he was cheated but can't prove it, and just needs to show his supporters a fight.

How perfect is it to throw wacky Rudy to the wolves? He'll make a few soundbites to rile the base, sow enough doubt, but ultimately take the L.

How fucking wrong I was.

Like a complete retard, I forgot about the unwavering patriotic mayor who helped New York get through 9/11. I never in a million years thought that on the brightest stage with the media desperate to make a fool of him and every critical second that he would be cool, calm, collected and look competent and whip smart.

Our momentum is back soaring to the sky and I can't think of anybody else I'd want at the wheel.

God bless our President and God bless America.

Go get em', Mayor.