1. You are not a president.

I suffer from severe depression and anxiety and rely on Medicare to survive... The level of hopelessness I feel is hard to describe.

We got this.

It’s IN THE NAME. US VIRGIN ISLANDS.

Followed by dinner in formal attire:

I think we are supposed to gird ourselves for the 112 theories on how Hillary did it.

Trump and the President of the Virgin Islands got along so well, they spent the day together:

I’m Canadian, and I admit that my US geography knowledge is truly terrible. But even *I* knew this. I’m quite sure most 5th graders in the US know this. How does the occupant of the White House not know this?

Yes but it has to happen live on tv.

Ha ha ha ha.... EEEEWWW!

I have to read transcripts. Can listen to him any more. Or watch. I’ll tune in if he falls off a podium.

“Met the president of the Virgin Islands” - my new favorite euphemism for masturbation.

Let me start this by saying that I know how important self-care is, and I totally understand people disconnecting time to time, because let’s face it, this is some seriously exhausting shit and I know it’s not easy to face it every single day. I watch the news a lot, and there are entire weeks where I have to turn it…

I find myself wishing for him to die of a massive heart attack. And that’s just not me. But he is systematically destroying everything in his path and I want it to stop.

I’m just so mentally drained now from all the despair and horror that every time we think he’s done finding ways to be the most loathsome human being to ever exist, he finds ANOTHER. And another.

That page is filled with a lot of hateful quotes from the FRC, but this one...

Hillary seems clearly in the “you know what, fuck it” point of life now where she is no longer bound by electability.

Every photo of him speaking is so cringe inducing...

When you see drama: remember distraction.