Not sure about you, but “my pussy tastes like Pepsi-Cola” strikes me as the perfect opening line to ring in the new regime. To die for and early Lana Del Rey feels right when considering all things MAGA second coming. That Lana’s still with us, though, does make me wonder if maybe the greatest of late hit makers, T. Rex, is better suited for the celebration at hand since 20th Century Boy remains the most bitchin’ track of that, this, or any era. Dead always trumps alive, so I alone am here from afar, an afterlife, another life, to offer an even more monstrous power ballad as official inaugural song and your new national anthem.