This was the electoral version of a mass shooting.
You called us crybabies for challenging the nature of the election and its results. You claimed the opposition never whined like that eight years ago, when Obama was elected.
Of course there are mountains of evidence to contradi(more)ct that. For example, millions of Americans still refuse, in the face of irrefutable evidence, to believe that he was even born in this god-damned country. One of whom you put in the fucking White House next year.
But evidence never mattered to you much. Did it.
I've always known that fact-based reasoning was a tenuous business at the best of times when it comes to politics. But how did we become so deluded as to take a trust-fund baby from New York City who fucks over contractors and builds with Chinese steel, who will contradict himself constantly and tell bald-faced lies until he's blue in the face, who thinks it's funny that he can use his power to sexually assault women with impunity, and prop him up as the poster child for blue-collar rural American values?
I wish I could blame stupidity. I really do. But idiocy of this magnitude can't be an accident. You wanted to go against the narrative. You saw an opportunity to throw sand in the public's eyes and stab them in the back while they're down. And you took it.
This country is our body, our community, our home, and for a little while, you weren't getting your way. So you chose to burn the whole thing down with everyone inside.
You told us we should try to move on. If you get your way, there will be nowhere to move on to.(less)
once filled with days filled with laughter, now holding nothing. i let our shared history spill out onto the sidewalk and freeze, ice over slick and opaque, so that maybe a passer-by would trip on it (and the certain somethings(more) obscured underneath).(less)