Tough luck!
Well, the day of the inauguration has come to an end. I write this on Tuesday. But the fake news and sneering media faces remain. I have something to say. I have something to say to all the uncommitted voters in Michigan: who took out their rage on the wrong people, who played the martyr. Congratulations uncommitted voters! A temporary cease-fire is now in place, and it is the man you refused to vote for who helped bring it forth.
Tough luck. To all the people who chose to sit bleary-eyed on the couches, as if in deep trances, hypnotized by the white noise on the television sets—tough luck. And to the people who voted for Donald Trump at the last minute, hoping desperately that the price of eggs would go down I say to you cheerfully:
Tough luck. Choices are but split-second decisions, seashells in life that can be bright in color or dull with the faded look of opportunities never taken. In the upcoming months and years, the ones who suffer most other in red states. Egg prices will not go down. Tough luck.
Oh — and as for Israel and Gaza? If anything, Donald Trump will make matters worse. He is, after all, a sociopath and a sadist.
Tough luck. You must own your choices. I cannot hide my brutal honesty. I cannot lock it in a Pandora’s box. Today, I let it shine, shine brightly even though, perhaps they do not listen. Perhaps.
These people I mentioned above have no idea what they’ve left themselves in for. I have not a whit of sympathy. This is what they wanted, and they’re now going to get it. It’s going to shine on them, their poorest of choices. I hope it was worth it. Tough luck if it wasn’t.
