It's all water under the bridge, and sometimes that water carries floating corpses. The festering wretch currently soiling the chair in the Oval Office created his share of them, and the hideous, bloated, undead scarecrow who ran against him and now wants her own shot at screwing the country into the ground created her share as well. She's baaaaack, oh dear God, she's baaaaack, and she thinks of politics as a blood sport because for her it is. My only regret is that it also didn't include a wooden stake and a mallet.
Game's on again, and the challenge this time is to place enough people in the House and Senate who actually have spines and a love of country instead of a heart-felt yearning to join the ruling class at the trough, enough to put a brake on this Marxist travesty of a soi-disant government in its insane rush to force the country into the sort of "transformation" that the Vandals gave Rome.
From there, whence? We have a whole lot of our own stable to muck out before we get too critical about the stench from the other one across the way. Grab a shovel, my FRiend, and welcome back to the fight.