Holy shit. Watch as much of this lunatic as you can, just to understand who’s really running the United States.
It’s worse than I thought.
Here I am being tenaciously optimistic (see prior post), and then it hits me that it’s not actually silly hyperbole – not only does the Senate Majority Leader run and hide, awaiting the President’s instructions, the President takes his orders from one of the Alt-Right’s most notorious whack-a-doos.
If it wasn’t so thoroughly documented, nobody, in years to come, would believe any of this really happened. Implied in this thought, I guess, is that I’m still hewing to the belief that there will be years to come. That’s how f*#@ing optimistic I still am. I really am. No – now see here – I am.
Admittedly, at some point in the maintenance of all this cheery optimism my brain’s going to implode under the overwhelming pressure of terminal cognitive dissonance. I can’t be alone in this. There must be millions like me, hanging on to hope by their cracked, ragged fingernails. It’d be interesting to know the extent to which prescriptions for anti-depressants and anti-anxiety pills have spiked over the past couple of years. No joke, I bet it’s substantial. I suppose it’s another one of life’s little ironies that all of us are clamouring for meds because Ms. Coulter, plainly, is refusing to take hers.
Hyuk.
That was a little gallows humour there.
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