I know, alright? I know, I know, I know.

He’s awful.

A maniac, even. Possibly a sociopath. It’s hard to tell.

Yes, he might destroy the very fabric of this country. Yes, his grasp of foreign policy seems similar to that of a petulant four-year-old. Yes, his key advisor is a guy who started a white nationalist website and who looks like a hobbit crossed with an angry radish.

It is, I’ll admit, entirely possible he’ll start another war, or several wars, or even a world war because Melania finally escaped, or his sons were revealed to be Uday and Qusay Hussein in disguise, or something.

But he’s just one guy. One freaking guy. You have got to stop coming here, day after day, screaming into me about him. Especially using that many curse words.

I think we can both admit at this point that the screaming isn’t working. The screaming isn’t making you feel any better.

So, I’m asking you, as someone who loves you—stop it. Stop the screaming. Be proactive about your life. Go do something about it.

Do anything. Do something small—gaze at your normal-sized hands and feel superior about it. Wear a dead orange badger on your head and make yourself laugh. Start a drinking game where you drink whenever the Constitution gets violated. Okay, that last one’s not a great idea, oh man, I’m already drunk.
— Read on www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/the-void-would-very-much-like-you-to-stop-screaming-into-it