Yes we can. I guess.

I'm finding hard to believe the past eight years is actually and finally behind us. Thinking about all the things that were wrongfully inflicted on this country dampened the exuberance I experienced this morning. What if today is the best day we'll have for the next four, eight, 50 years? What if we're in too deep a hole? And there's nothing like the global celebration of a fellow human ascending to the most powerful position in the world to make me feel like I've wasted my life. I haven't done anything, nor do I expect to do anything with my remaining years.

The only silver lining to my nothingness that I can think of right now is that I could have ascended to the most powerful position in the world and been this guy:



He should thank his lucky stars that history remembers his buffoonery more than his war crimes.

Good fucking riddance.