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the first LGBTQIA president is coming, the first Hispanic president, the first minority you name it president is coming.... they are all coming..

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And if I live another couple of decades, I’ll be able to enjoy watching white Republican men become a minority, the thing their tender little hearts fear the most. (And it may happen sooner than that.)

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Thanks for putting in words what I've been feeling.

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Dammit I want the first Eskimo Muslim Transgender president!!!!!😏

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Really disgusted, hurt, worried, & pissed! Thanks for being here.

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Love it. I feel every word of your anger because it is mine, too. I feel it in my gut and it will fester inside me for the next 4 years, maybe beyond.

I have no desire for compromise, for getting along, for any of that shit. Frankly, what I want is revenge. The kind of revenge that makes the other side suffer.

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There is no point in trying to compromise with the uncompromising.

There is no gain in trying to reason with the unreasonable.

There is no advantage in trying to find common ground with those who are only interested in scorched earth.

Lessons the Democrats should have figured out a couple decades ago.

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This! 👆🏻👆🏻

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Bitter! And justifiably so. I’m with you and you laid out exactly how I feel.

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I have no use for buffalo wings. 🤔😉😊

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Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

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YES

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This is the best thing I’ve read in months, if not years. It’s a perfect FU to the “unsalvageable“ people who continuously defeat themselves and then complain about being defeated.

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Brilliant.

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Much appreciated

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Could somebody put this to music, an anthem maybe?

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What comes to mind at present is this:

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Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? -WB Yeats

Merry Christmas

(Or whatever your preferred holiday greeting) 🫠

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And when we wrest control back of the steering wheel of this runaway car and they complain we will add another openly gay character to Disney then send them all to the closet, there to eat a plain boiled chicken breast alone... in the dark.

💔💋🫣

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