(Originally Posted November 9th, 2016.)
*Brandon peeks up his head from a hiding hole. *
Is it over?
Did the world end yet?
*Creeps out of hole and dusts off shirt and pants. *
Geez, that was…that was something though, huh? So much political…Jesus. Just a shit show and a half…
Okay, I’m kidding. I wrote this before we knew who the new president was.
I wrote this with a ticking time bomb sitting over my head. During Wednesday, the day this goes up, the world will freak out over whoever got elected.
And I for one have been hiding out, waiting and watching. My Facebook feed is going nuts. And I’m not even daring to look over at Twitter right now. This will be madness for the next year at least.
I hope you got who you wanted. I hope it works out for you. Because prepare for the arguments given new fuel. In about two months, it will be Christmas time. And if you are spending it with the in-laws and the extended family, oh boy, won’t those “discussions” be fun?
But, with all said and done, it doesn’t have to be all anger and hate. Could we try kindness? Not divide by our political opinions? Can the losing party just…accept defeat, maybe? Not be too much of a sore loser? Can we not do internet riots? Can we please not have real riots?
Is that so much to ask?
“I mean I don’t think so—”
“…no I don’t support…”
“No, it’s not…”
“Alright, alright. Never mind. I thought I’d at least try…”
“No, not at all what I meant…”
“Put down the pineapple…I said… wait…I SAID PUT IT DOWN!”
“There…all better now…. all calm now…?”
“…I’ll just be on my way, thanks.”
*Brandon backs up, slowly, keeping eye contact as he lowers himself down into his hiding hole once again. *
*Pokes up head after a long pause. *
“You know, if you really hate them both so much, you could have voted independent.”
*Ducks back down as a salvo of pineapples whiz over the hole.*