I have no idea what to say after yesterday. Confronted between the
choice of a bland corporate technocrat who would put in place the sort
of commonsense public health measures that have tamped down a pandemic
disease in places as far apart as Germany and South Korea, and a raging,
thieving, lying dumpster fire of a bloated orange protohominid whose insane incompetence
has helped kill a quarter of a million of their fellow citizens, nearly
half of the U.S. public screamed "FUCK YES!!! I WANT MORE PLAGUE!!!"
I don't care how much you love your guns, or your God, or your tax cuts.
It's the fucking Plague!
Half the goddamn US public can't vote to escape the fucking 14th Century.
"This may be the year when we finally come face to face with ourselves; finally just lay back and say it—that we are really just a nation of 220 million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns, and no qualms at all about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable. The tragedy of all this is that George McGovern, for all his mistakes and all his imprecise talk about “new politics” and “honesty in government,” is one of the few men who’ve run for President of the United States in this century who really understands what a fantastic monument to all the best instincts of the human race this country might have been, if we could have kept it out of the hands of greedy little hustlers like Richard Nixon. McGovern made some stupid mistakes, but in context they seem almost frivolous compared to the things Richard Nixon does every day of his life, on purpose, as a matter of policy and a perfect expression of everything he stands for.
Jesus! Where will it end? How low do you have to stoop in this country to be President?”
~ Hunter Thompson, 1972