I appreciated Bernie's stances, although they're kinda wishy washy half measures vs my plans for tribunals, guillotines, and ye olde drugs, guns, and fucking in the streets. I voted for him. I knew he wasn't a viable candidate in a national contest. It felt good to support him. But he was a protest candidate, and I was suspicious of him given his popularity amongst the brunchy millennial crowd. His "revolution" made as much sense as Occupy.
I fear somewhere where my soul should be that President Trump makes too much cosmic sense. We must pay for our sins. And Lord Saturn the Most Cruel has a bitter sense of humor. I hope it's a classy gulag. See you there if he doesn't just nuke Detroit outright.