To my friends who are afraid of the militias on the streets tonight, and burning crosses tomorrow.
Hello from NYC for the week. Some work stuff and one last vote here. And shipping some more stuff out to Truckee!
I fear tonight. For good reason. Dumb and dumber with guns. And I live alone unarmed as always. Gandhi was so much more powerful than a million fat G I Joe MAGA dolls.
Hoping we can keep in touch as tonight progresses, friends and humanists. I have a few friends coming over here. I suspect the early returns will tell us if we’re winning the right states easily or not, as they did in 2016 in reverse.
All hail the demise of the foulest political stooge I’ve ever seen. And blessings to his blind minions currently dressing in black. You will be forgotten by tomorrow, once your LSD wears off. Don't waste your time on relearning how to ignite burning crosses. You won't have time before your ascension arrives.
I am angry, embarrassed, and debased that I have been asked to vote in this sullied disgusting election. This isn't an option. It's an insult. Thanks, Joe, for holding off the rabid wolves for a few more years. Kamala...I apologize that you've had to participate. I applaud your strength for not lashing out.
To my ex-wife, who is not with me tonight: you, my friend, are the problem. May today be your latest failure, and may you already be in the process of moving on to your next bad judgement. Your next graceless exit. Stay away from my cat this time. She doesn't like you. I disrespect your silence on all things important, and your endless chatter advocating for yourself.
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