




Sixty-nine days the network sat open and silent; on the twenty-eighth of April the thumb finally comes down, and the first words through the reopened megaphone are the old private joke — I'M BACK! #COVFEFE. Within a day he is reading his own app-store ranking aloud like a trophy; within three the full war voice is back, the whole litany of the exile years restated in a single post. By Sunday night he is on a rally stage in Nebraska with the crowd roaring back, and the chronicle notes what the page already shows: the balloons are on again, and the silence might never have happened.
Readers' Corner
Letters from the readership on Week 359. Pick a pen name — no account needed.
Opening the mailbag…