As I look down at the clock widget on my screen, it’s 7:00 AM on the morning of November 9, 2016. It’s the morning after the most fucked up election in our nation’s history; where we’ve had to choose between someone who might just as well be the literal Antichrist and an overinflated oompa loompa who clearly murders troll dolls for their hair.
And, having kept myself outside of the news cycle since I pulled the virtual lever yesterday morning (almost exactly 24 hours ago)…
I have no idea who won.
I enjoyed one more night’s sleep, completely unaware which color the flames that are burning down The Republic we’ve collectively decided to select.
Envy me, suckers.
I’m going to hold out as long as I can.
EDIT: It’s 9:45. “Well I’ll be.” I didn’t even hope she’d lose. I didn’t really want him in the office. But anything is better than her. So I’m just enjoying the bitter tears of the left. So much salt 🙂