Rufus’s is my favorite version, too. His voice is pure heaven. Although I love Brandi Carlile’s, too.

Fuck man. I’ve managed not to cry since Tuesday but that’s it.

I am not even American and I’ve burst into tears 4 times since yesterday. I’m so sorry you guys, everything about this is painful to look at, as illustrated by the above photos.

I agree that it’s not just a rich people thing. But I think in the case of the Bradys, it is.

I can’t even dirt bag. I’m still too sad today.

I don’t think this is just a rich people thing. Many couples I know actively avoid political discussions. In our home, it’s a thing and we disagree very often (I am a hardline liberal and my husband is a liberal-leaning-weirdo-conspiracy theorist). But we talk about it because its important. Its weird to me when…

In Trump’s America, sexy immigrants can stay. Even if they violate their visas.

It must be nice to be so rich that it literally doesn’t matter what political policies are in place.

You nailed it for me. The loss of innocence I’m feeling it staggering. It’s very similar to how I felt post 9/11. This disbelief that we live in a world with such terrible people.

Late last night, when the results were obvious, I was numb. I told my husband that I didn’t realize it was still possible to feel a loss of innocence at my age — after living through abuse, rape, loss of loved ones. But evidently, there was still some innocence left in me.

Me too. All of it. I haven’t been able to stop crying.

Raise your hand if you feel robbed since HRC is in line to win the popular vote.

I am crying at my desk.

Right now I am too stunned and heart-broken to be angry. I woke up at 4 a.m. and saw the news. When I fell back asleep I dreamed that my bed was infested with weird, tiny, bugs.

Let’s hope we get a leftist Tea Party out of this. Could happen. I think a lot of his supporters are going to be disappointed in him because he can’t deliver more than a fraction of all the things he promised and they they projected onto him.

Some of the ladies at work were crying when I came in and it almost set me off, too. It’s like a funeral here.

Unless Melissa McCarthy’s cooking, I ain’t interested.

There’s a Gilmore Girls cookbook, too. Confession: I know this because I was searching for Gilmore Girls recipes that would work for Thanksgiving. (Hangs head in shame.)