The 2016 elections are finally over and change has (finally) happened. I didn’t care for him, find it hard to believe he won, but I especially despise her/it, so I preferred the outcome and will be watching closely how Trump operates and what he might accomplish. I am relishing the implosion and doom on the left. They just don’t get it: This election was a long-overdue kick-in-the-crotch to Obama and by proxy his heir-apparent (…apparently not!!!) and to all the self-obessed and “oppressed” who marginalized themselves and refuse to fit into the larger society and expect special treatment.
I thank those who voted for me, but my message did not prevail. I blame it on having no war chest, no ground game, no media buys, no puppet-media support. I wish I was a college student again so I could avail myself of grief counseling, safe spaces, coloring books, Play-Doh, puppies to pet—so I too could be indoctrinated as an intolerant perpetually spoiled fascist child who knows nothing. Perhaps I should go out and protest…because that’s the politically/socially acceptable thing to do when we don’t get our way…at least for sniveling impudent illiberal liberals.
