I will not be conciliatory. If you want that, go somewhere the fuck else.
As you know by now, Donald Trump will be the next President of the United States. Ding, Dong, the witch is dead.
Congratulations, President-Elect Trump, Mike Pence, Trump’s family and staff, Trump voters and supporters, and America: the long national nightmare will end on January 20th, 2017.
And a hearty go fuck yourself to the Never Trump movement. We did it without you, and you are no longer welcome at the table: we don’t need you. Go beg the left for a seat at their smaller, kiddie-sized table. Because we don’t need your sanctimonious bullshit over here at the winning table. We’ve got shit to do, and we aren’t going to divert our attention to your petty, stupid issues or let you derail us now.
I especially want to give a strong fuck you to the likes of Bill Kristol, George Will, Meghan McCain (and her whole stupid family), Rick Wilson, Ben Howe, Erick Erickson, and an extra special middle finger with a twist and a fart to the people who supported Ethan McMullin. Go. Fuck. Yourself. Seriously, I’ll wait.
Nobody should hire any of these twits ever again. Nobody should go to their websites, or listen to their shows, or read their articles. Don’t think for a moment they didn’t prepare blacklists of Trump supporters — they said as much — or that had the election turned out differently, that they wouldn’t have charged into battle to abandon the important principles this campaign was actually about, beneath all the distractions.
Oh, and to the media who whored themselves out for Hillary, covering up for her health problems, her scandals, the laws she broke, and so on and so forth: Good luck.
For years you motherfuckers have tried to keep us down, to poo-poo at our issues, to swing your weight and the might of the establishment to prevent our causes from making headway. You co-opt and steal movements at every turn, you shred the ones you can’t, you lie, cheat, and steal in order to defame honest, hard-working Americans. For all I care, you can all die in a fire, but I’m not that lucky, so instead I will enjoy telling you to go fuck yourself at every turn.
Go. Fuck. Yourself.
We won, you lost. You hitched your wagon to a losing candidate. You lost. YOU LOST.