Weird times, where reality is more of a parody than any attempt to satirize it.
It’s like a massive bong hit of scary weed, one that warps reality like it’s Silly Putty. Interesting for a little while, maybe, but very soon you’re begging for the end of it.
I declined to participate in the metaphoric bong hit (voting for Trump), but the “contact high” of being in a room filled with the metaphoric smoke is seriously f*cking up the country. Me included.
Jeeezus, open a window.