One of my least favorite things about this seemingly decades-long election season has been the stories about whether That Fucking Guy and his cult will “accept” the results. Here’s a news flash: It doesn’t matter whether they accept them or not. I had a hard time accepting that I turned 57 recently, but math is math.

I know that MAGA has put some people in positions of power who are going to make trouble. And I know that many of the rank-and-file have guns and some of them will act out. That doesn’t mean we have to be accepting of their non-acceptance. Unless they have hard evidence to fall back on — which they won’t — all they’ll have is their feelings, and to borrow a phrase, fuck their feelings.

Pardon my French. I had a toothache last night so I took some pills and slept 11 1/2 hours, then woke up feeling feisty. It’s winnin’ time, goddamnit. Let’s do this.