The return of Trump. (Screengrab from ABCNews.)

In case you chucked a sickie (Aussie slang) like Michelle and rode out Hurricane Don making landfall (for the third time) at the Capitol, here are a few takeaways from the made-for-TV, Hallmark, Up-with-People proceedings:

—Trump’s demeanor during the run-up to the inauguration under the dome was that of a southern prison warden grimacing in the presence of a Peter, Paul, and Mary sing-along. If you could have written dialogue into a bubble over his combed-over perm (a color Farrow and Ball might call Perp Prawn?), it might have read: “Wait until Pam Jo Bondi puts about half of you people in jail.”

—As a sign of desperation, I found myself warming to Kamala Harris, who sat stone-faced through the entire ceremony, no doubt still in disbelief that half of voting Americans decided to return to the White House an adjudicated sexual abuser, convicted felon (34 times), financial fraudster, stockjobber, and serial liar.

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