Yesterday was the first time it kinda sunk in for me that a Trump presidency could actually happen.

Maybe it’s just some of the vocal ones, but there is a subset of Trump supporters who not only don’t care that The Donald will bring the Apocalypse — they’re counting on it. They must figure after Things Fall Apart that they will be the new chosen, the ones with the survival skills to make it in the new wilderness. Sure, people will die, but (almost by definition) not the Good Ones.

These folks will be lighting up their cigs while others pour out the gasoline.

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