Pardon the Interruption
Election Night 2024 had arrived. The challengers were formidable: the Vice President, a former prosecutor, facing off against a former President, a convicted felon and insurrectionist. Two giants clashing in a deeply divided nation.
As the night approached, my anxiety grew. I had a bottle of pinot noir ready, hoping it might ease the tension of waiting for the results. But as the night unfolded, the mood turned bleak. The AP began calling states for Trump, and he quickly surged past the halfway mark to 270 electoral votes. By 10 PM, Harris had only a few states in her column. I couldn't bear to watch any longer. Disheartened, I went to my room to disconnect.
To relieve the stress, I lay down, searched for my favorite porn, and masturbated until completing twice. Slowly, I drifted to sleep. I woke around 4 AM, a sense of dread settling in as I lay in bed, staring into the darkness and contemplating the outcome.
I wondered how a nation so divided could lean toward someone seemingly driven by self-interest and dishonesty. I questioned whether a Biden pardon, had it happened, might have changed this course. What had gone wrong? Maybe I was out of touch with the realities others were facing. Did I misunderstand the needs of the majority? Were things truly as dire as many seemed to believe, despite the strong market and low unemployment?
I know these questions will haunt me in the days ahead as I grapple with the election results and the uncertain direction of our country.
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