But I don't want to be the bigger person. I don't want to be the adult in the room. I don't want to go high when they have gone low. I'll tell you what I do want, I want an insurrection. When do I get a coup?
I understand plenty of the people who voted for Trump did so because they're afraid of change. The world is rushing forward and they feel like they're being left behind. Oh boohoo. Do you really think putting your money down on the fascist ticket is going to change that? Because it's not. Trump and his plutocrat pals could not care less about your problems. But worse are the ones who find him repellent but still voted for a lying, racist felon because they didn't want a woman president. Sometimes I think my brain is going to explode.
That's all the ranting I'm allowing myself today. In other news, Peet's, the world's finest cafe, has returned the seasonal delight of iced gingerbread to their menu. Its annual inclusion on the menu is a delight for me, even if its appearance does mean that the mewling, tinkling tunes of Christmas music are looming ever closer. Please goddess, spare us just a little longer from Silent Night. Every year I feel like Mariah Carey starts bleating just a little sooner. Mariah Carey is on the horizon, like Godzilla coming for Tokyo. Stop it, goddam it, stop it. Okay, okay, so I lied when I said I wasn't going to rant anymore.
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