My partner is convinced that all his claims of rigged elections during the campaign were a ruse to get Hillary Clinton to agree to accept the results, because he knew that the election was being rigged in his own favor somehow.

Or the possibility (minuscule as it may be) that there is some reason to doubt the legitimacy of the election.

Thank goodness for things like wine, bourbon, beer and adderrall.

Yep. A real nachtmare!

At this point, I have zero concern about things increasing cravings for alcohol.

*Dials phone number of primary care physician.*

You know, after the election I thought, “Okay, lets be realisitc here. Things won’t be too crazy, at least not for a little bit. There will be some room to breathe before the Shitlord-Elect takes office and maybe we can all calm down a bit.”. But nope. Every god damn day is one more anxiety heaped on another.

No need to qualify that statement.

It’s nice knowing we are all headed in the right direction. It’s like a warm blanket. Soft, soothing and comforting.

I hate this man so much.

Will any of this ever be bleakly funny again, or can I expect these rage paroxysms to continue forever?

This tape would be so much better.

THIS.

I’m 47 and I still get that way.

My father, a Trump supporter, is truly and utterly convinced that they’ve had a cure for cancer since the 1960's (Salk discovered it, natch), but the government/big pharma have kept it under wraps.

Ignorance is bliss. And if you don’t believe me, you haven’t seen all of the happy idiots who voted for Trump.

Right? Oh, am I an intellectual elitist because I like facts? Well, so be it then.

I saw a really great meme on Instagram but can’t find it now.

My paternal genetic donor who is a trump supporter loves going on about the articles he reads on Facebook like they are the holy grail of knowledge.

But liberals are smug and condescending when they point out these people are idiotic fucknuts.