They’ve actually made it into a gift-pack:
The crying continued throughout the week. On the subway in New York City, sniffles punctuated heavy silence. Sickness or sadness? It was impossible to tell without staring. Friends confessed to each other they’d cried dozens of times. Foreigners living and working legally in America cried privately, cried together. The sadness came in waves. People said it felt like a death, like a breakup, like a national disaster. People checked in on each other. “Are you OK?” they’d ask, as though a relative had passed. […] Harrowing tales of crying continued into Friday, as Lena Dunham published an essay in Lenny Letter about how she was so distraught on election night, she broke into a hive that matched the hive of another woman in attendance at the Hillary Clinton rally, and how she cried for days after the election. The crying continued into the weekend. Saturday Night Live’s cold open ended with Kate MacKinnon, in character as Hillary Clinton tickling out Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” on a piano, teary-eyed as she promised to fight on. …
ADDED: Complementary sarcastic gloating.
ADDED: And from the full-commies at Jacobin Mag (quite wittily): “Watching the results on Election Night was like what I’d imagine living in an eighties teen horror movie would be like — the summer camp air curdling into one of vague suspicion, as a strange dawning sensation of doom takes hold. Slaughter: Ohio, Florida, Michigan — all bloody and prone. Who will be picked off next? Pennsylvania? Wisconsin? Minnesota? Your state? The vote is coming from inside the house.”
Collapsed delusions make great Schadenfreude fuel:
“When this is over,” said [Andrew] Weinstein, “there are going to be more Republicans who say they were Never Trump than there are hippies who said they were at Woodstock.” People at neighboring tables chuckled at them supportively.
Ed West still asking the important questions:
There’s so much “I can’t even …” packed into this tweet, I just had to share it.
This is — of course — completely appalling:
(After lying on the sofa with a wet towel over your face, composure slowly returns.)
(Sorry, couldn’t resist the comedy stack-effect.)
Fairly sure this isn’t intended to be funny:
… if emissions were to continue at a high rate over the next few decades, the ocean could rise as much as three or four feet by 2100. […] Experts say the situation would then grow far worse in the 22nd century and beyond …
(Quality trolling (with added ‘meta’))
It’s come to this:
What if someone told you that you were the reincarnation of Jesus, and that it was your destiny to save the world from political and economic destruction? […] Jack Cohen had his whole future before him. Just nineteen years old, he was a gifted athlete, a genius scholar, and a mixed martial arts prodigy, capable of leaving his mark in any number of ways. But his world turns suddenly upside down when a mesmerizing domme, Mary McDonald, enters his life and insists that he is Jesus 2.0 — and that it is his mission to wage spiritual and political warfare on the establishment of Washington, D.C. Beautiful, clever, yet dangerous, Mary also tells Jack that she was chosen from above to lead him to his mission. Though he tries to resist, Jack finds himself thrust into a journey of sexual, spiritual and political awakening that will forever alter his life… and change the course of the world. […] A blend of Atlas Shrugged, Fifty Shades of Gray and The Shack, mixed together with a megadose of PEDs, Kill Jesus is a wild, page-turning ride that will open your mind to a new way of thinking, while shattering any notions of a pacifist or puritanical Messiah.
Readers love it. One comments (“Surprising Book”):
I was surprised that I couldn’t put this book down. It was a combo of an eastern philosophy version of Conversations with God, UFC fighting, mommy/daddy porn, and Austrian economics mixed into one. The only thing I would change if I could was a little less of Ayn Rand but that’s just my taste. …
Don Surber recalls a classic masterpiece of liberal good-think fluff (from 2008):
Historian Michael Beschloss: Yeah. Even aside from the fact of electing the first African American President and whatever one’s partisan views this is a guy whose IQ is off the charts — I mean you cannot say that he is anything but a very serious and capable leader and — you know — you and I have talked about this for years…
Imus: Well. What is his IQ?
Historian Michael Beschloss: … our system doesn’t allow those people to become President, those people meaning people THAT smart and THAT capable
Imus: What is his IQ?
Historian Michael Beschloss: Pardon?
Imus: What is his IQ?
Historian Michael Beschloss: Uh. I would say it’s probably — he’s probably the smartest guy ever to become President.
Imus: That’s not what I asked you. I asked you what his IQ was.
Historian Michael Beschloss: You know that I don’t know and I’d have to find someone with more expertise…
Imus: You don’t know.
Thanks, as always, for telling us (hazily) what we’re supposed to think.