You have got to be kidding. How is this even possible? Everyone I know voted for Hillary. Everyone is in mourning. Filing for my Irish passport now. I don't want to live in a country that voted for t.rump. Oof, I didn't see the word “dire” embedded in my post. I must admit that when I went to sleep Election Night, I was feeling hopeful, then I awoke near midnight, with nightmares of persecution—only to find today's headlines to be deplorable. Trump? Hillary was not my first choice, Trump is not the lesser of two weevils. But hey, now we can all legally get stoned. We may need to. How else to survive the next four years? Everybody let’s get stoned. Bliss out.
"Not my president." Seen posted on cars as I left Sonoma County.
2016: annus horriblis. Maybe I need to drop one n, that pretty much sums it up.
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