He woke up today, saw the election results and was like “Nope, ain’t worth it no mo” and promptly shuffled off his mortal coil.

Honestly, can’t blame him. Take me with you!

More specifically, my life.

And poured quickdry cement on it to make sure.

This is one genie that’s never going back into the bottle again. May our descendants, provided any live, have mercy on our memory.

All of Eu, starting with Poland and the Baltics.

Been trying to meditate unsuccessfully for years now. At this point the frustration of always failing isn’t even worth trying anymore but I still do in the vain hopes that “one day it will finally click”. I mean, that’s easier to accept than the more probable possibility that I’m just a fundamentally broken human who can’t even get basic functioning right.

Your kind words are appreciated. I will take them into consideration!

Something tells me this day will eventually live in greater infamy than 9/11.

Like in 2230, provided there is still something resembling the human race, “9/11” will be just another boring date to memorize together with shit like the Alamo w/e.

The day the republic fell, however, will be a lot more recognizable and memorable.

248 years. Empires “always” last around ~250 (Let’s ignore the Romans for now) so we’re exactly on time.

I’ve been struggling with my mental health for a long time and I need some type of “win” or “hope”, but I currently have none sadly.

I had a coworker I was somewhat close to and could vent to. She just got fired (budget cuts).

I mustered the courage to finally set up therapy again after many years, after a few very negative experiences with “caregivers”. First meeting was pretty awesome, second was cancelled by them due to illness. It happens, no judgment there. But they would call back before last weekend for a new appointment, and never did. I just got shadowdumped again, didn’t I? What the hell is so offputting about me that even people who get paid to help me won’t give me the light of day?

As for a future, that just got robbed from us. 20 years plus if you’re 40, more if you’re younger. We will never get those years back.

On top of that a myriad of mental and physical aillents, medical debt and no sight for any realistic kind of relief in the near future and… yeah, it’s really hard to keep finding reasons to keep going when life is really firing those melon-sized lemons at ya with the speed of a vulcan cannon.

Google project Pluto. It was only marginally less crazy than project Sundial.

Wanna bet he’ll put up one of his kids (hell perhaps even Barron?) and bend the whole sycophantic side of the GOP into endlesdly propping them up?

In 4 years, you may simply get Trump III. I want to say this notion seems absurd, except that it absolutely isn’t.