Coincidentally, I haven’t heard anyone in Trump’s or his supporters’ crosshairs (maybe a poor choice of words but not really) say that people are overreacting, they’re just being a bunch of crybaby pussies, and that things aren’t going to be that bad.

Welcome to the club. We have glorious supermarket commercials.

The Preacher comic, I believe.

Just tell ‘em you voted third-party! They’ll leave you alone!

God, he looked like he wanted to cry when talking about his mother...

You.

None of Trump’s bullshit would have affected me directly, so I “voted my conscious” by thinking of those I know and those I’ll never meet who *would* be hurt.

This election is making me vindictive. I have Libertarian Hispanic friends who are all holier than thou today because of what happened. And the dark side of my heart kinda wants them to have their day shit on by a Trump supporter; nothing violent, just make them feel small for being not-white.

I’m Hispanic but pale enough to pass for white, and even I’m nervous.

A friend of mine welcomed his first son yesterday. I wonder how he feels.

Probably the “he ain’t talking about me!” mindset.

I have a cardiologist appointment in a few weeks. When she asks why I suddenly stopped taking my meds and started eating pizza for every meal, I’m gonna just start sobbing.

I overheard a coworker say Trump should win “because the Bible says a woman should never be above a man” in a position of power.

Most of the people I know who like him aren’t bad.

A Tale of Two Teds: A GOP Story.

Man, I remember when Kid Rock first came onto the scene. Maybe it’s because I didn’t pay enough attention to him back then, but I would have never pegged him to take a hard right years down the road.

I wonder if any GoT fans will drop the books/show over this.

He was wearing a—uh, heebiejabee!

It’s “I miss Barack already.”