As I tossed and turned at 4 AM today, imagining the horrors that are going to be visited upon this nation in the next four years, I kept trying to figure out how we got here.
Six months ago this election was a contest between two old men. Then the mildly cognitively impaired Democrat had to drop out, while the flagrantly insane Republican — a twice-impeached felon who tried to overturn an election and kept top-secret documents in his bathroom — got elected.
Do I have that right? Am I missing something? I keep feeling like I must be missing something. It’s so absurd on its face that my brain simply refuses to accept it, and I end up feeling like there’s smoke pouring out of my ears.
I guess it’s about time for me to (try to) stop obsessing over this. What more is there to say? The voters have spoken, and they’re all like:
So fuck it, as Lebowski would tell us. Gotta move on. Hey, the Warriors are good this year. That’s something.
There will be no solace should the world go to hell, we will be too busy picking up the pieces (as we always do) to gloat