I had hope until the very last minute. I really did. I thought people had a minimum of discernment and empathy. I was already joking that it would be my early birthday present.
But it feels like a stab in the back from the people who, I now know falsely, smile at me.
To all those who voted for them, know that my blood and that of my sisters and brothers—Indigenous, trans, Black, poor, women, disabled, and all the other oppressed people who are even more oppressed (when not killed) by your candidates—is on your hands. And don't come asking for support when you are the ones being oppressed. Turning the other cheek was a teaching of your god, whom you don't follow either, so don't expect me to follow it, hypocrites.
I wish you all a deep and swift regret, where I will only say: I told you so, sucker.
Have a terrible night, week, month, and four-year term. I hope all the pain in the world is, at least, pedagogical.