For everything there is a season. Normally, we are magnanimous in victory knowing that we may be the defeated ones tomorrow. But this time we are dealing with the vanguards of a decadent movement that spent over 50 years in power and did its absolute best to destroy us. For the entire duration of the election, they were smugly secure in their imminent victory and spared their opponents no mockery or indignity. They had no honor, they deserve none. If any thought of mercy were to creep into our heads now that they are beaten, we need only think for one second about how they would have behaved if the tables were turned. Since the beginning their strategy has been to guilt trip and play the victim while thinking with snide condescension what idiots we are for actually believing them. But they’ve wasted their social capital now and no one believes anything they say anymore. Their tears and tantrums are just a hilarious joke. No mercy or safe spaces this time. I don’t normally spend much time on social media. No facebook and just recently started a twitter, but I’ve been after them on hashtags like #notmypresident slapping them around. It’s mostly a waste of my time, but it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to spend hours laughing so hard that tears are about to stream down my face, while they are crying for real. As I tweet, there’s a shit-eating grin pasted on my face. So this is what it feels like to conquer. What Conan said about the lamentations of the women, lol. Now that they are broken and demoralized, the cavalry sweeps in to mop them up.
By Giovanni Dannato
In 1547 I was burnt at the stake in Rome for my pernicious pamphlet proclaiming that the heavens were not filled with a profusion of aether, but rather an extensive vacuum.
Now, the phlogiston that composed my being has re-manifested centuries in the future so that I may continue the task that was inconveniently disrupted so long ago.
Now, I live in Rome on the very street where I (and others) were publicly burnt. To this day, the street is known as what I would translate as 'Heretic's Way'. My charming residence is number 6 on this old road. Please, do come inside and pay me a visit; I should be delighted to spew out endless pedagoguery to one and all...