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seasons thing may be the single funniest thing to ever fucking happen ever

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I went out today and bought some liquor– some for me, some for Christmas presents, some prosecco to make us some bomb-ass French 75s and get good and fucked up tomorrow morning for a celebratory at-home still-locked-in-our-house our-county-shattered-all-previous-records-for-positive-COVID-cases-today brunch. (I’m making Pandemic Sourdough Waffles https://boingboing.net/2020/03/21/pandemic-sourdough-waffles.html, which I’ve now had months to perfect. Thanks, Boingboing rando locked in with his parents in March, for coming up with that recipe!)

We drove through our neighborhood to get home. Still a bunch of Biden signs up. A lot of people out buying liquor, we had to like, wait our turn to go into some of the aisles, but the store was pretty well-stocked with champagnes still, despite all odds.

We stopped for frozen custard on the way home, and I drove the last little bit, all little stops through the grid-maze of our 50s-era suburban area.

Went past one house that had a Trump flag. The flag was hanging limply (hah, and it was windy today too, wonder what that’s about) as we passed so I couldn’t read it entirely, but it said something about liberal tears– it was explicitly a Trump 2020 flag. I think it said Make Liberals Cry Again or something like that, I’m not sure.

And so I got home and kept working on my “no, fuck YOUR feelings” embroidery, because no, bruh, fuck your feelings, your party didn’t even have a fucking platform, it was entirely about hurting people, and I’m supposed to give a fuck about you? I don’t. I fucking don’t. Fuck you, buddy. If you want to rejoin my functional society you can do that later but I’m not like, inviting you in.

Have fun at the wrong Four Seasons https://twitter.com/VaushV/status/1325156185595543560.