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I can't believe some of the stuff I've read today.
I mean, for pity's sake. Listen: This election meant a lot of things to a lot of people. We had our hopes and needs involved, and we care deeply about the future of this country. We have been crushed, and it's easy to feel right now that the future of this country has gone to shit. So, what, are we supposed to say, "Golly, that's a shame?" and walk away whistling?
FUCK. NO. It's called grief, people. We are devastated and scared, and guess what? WE'RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT WE'RE GOING TO POST ABOUT IT AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT YOU CAN FUCKING SCROLL PAST CHANGE THE CHANNEL OR TURN UP YOUR DISCMAN.
Hmm. I like that advice. I think I'll start taking it myself.
And that's that. I don't like to post shit like that in my journal, but this is one time when I simply could not rationalize myself into keeping quiet.
For those of you who are grieving with me: Sars has come through once more. Scroll past the first letter and find some good advice that will steady you, ease your mind, and remind you that Armageddon hasn't occurred quite yet.
We will heal, and we'll get it together, and we're gonna make it clear that defeat does not equal silence.
And the future has not gone to shit. Have a look at our history. Unspeakably stupid things have happened before and we have survived. Fifty years from now, this'll just be one of the more surreal chapters in the history textbook.
I mean, for pity's sake. Listen: This election meant a lot of things to a lot of people. We had our hopes and needs involved, and we care deeply about the future of this country. We have been crushed, and it's easy to feel right now that the future of this country has gone to shit. So, what, are we supposed to say, "Golly, that's a shame?" and walk away whistling?
FUCK. NO. It's called grief, people. We are devastated and scared, and guess what? WE'RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT WE'RE GOING TO POST ABOUT IT AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT YOU CAN FUCKING SCROLL PAST CHANGE THE CHANNEL OR TURN UP YOUR DISCMAN.
Hmm. I like that advice. I think I'll start taking it myself.
And that's that. I don't like to post shit like that in my journal, but this is one time when I simply could not rationalize myself into keeping quiet.
For those of you who are grieving with me: Sars has come through once more. Scroll past the first letter and find some good advice that will steady you, ease your mind, and remind you that Armageddon hasn't occurred quite yet.
We will heal, and we'll get it together, and we're gonna make it clear that defeat does not equal silence.
And the future has not gone to shit. Have a look at our history. Unspeakably stupid things have happened before and we have survived. Fifty years from now, this'll just be one of the more surreal chapters in the history textbook.