I choose to pretend that none of this is actually happening. I’m sure that’ll bite me in the ass at some point, but hopefully, I can get away with it for as long as I can.
Donald Trump has been inaugurated as the 45th president of the u.s. and honestly I throw up in my mouth a little bit every time i see him. No, I did not watch the inagural address because I love myself. And I imagine donald trump can’t speak at length about much of anything.
As always, the antics on the internet have managed to keep my spirits high in this time of mourning.
This grainy still is of a man being punched in the face in the midst of anti trump protests taking place in D.C. But not just any man. It’s that guy who tries to call he and his “movement” the alt-right, but whose really just another bigot with a platform.
B. L. O. O. P.
That about sums up my feelings on the matter. My sentiments exactly.
I chuckled. And I’m also sure Michelle probably had a Purell infused facial scrub after this one.
And of course, even a postmortem Professor Snape is serving up some scathing humor to get our minds off of the fact that in the fight between good and evil, good still manages to keep a sense of humor even though he’s getting his ass kicked. May the odds be ever in our favor.
But probably not.