Every fucking office, every workplace, every barbecue and famly gathering since November 8, 2016, has been a fucking Nightmare Mode political minfield. And half

Every fucking office, every workplace, every barbecue and famly gathering since November 8, 2016, has been a fucking Nightmare Mode political minfield. And half of everything anyone says is unsafe. Shit is fucked. I hate the news. I don’t like talking to human beings, pretty much at all now. If the conversation doesn’t start of politicized, give it five minutes, and then someone might interject, disagree, you have to pick a side, draw a weapon and make a decision about who to fight alongside, or against, possibly to the death, or at least enough to establish enemies for life. I’m done with all of you. Just go away. Stop talking to me. I don’t even want to pan handle for some spare change, whether you have it or not.