Silver Lining, Day 1263

Imagine it is November 8, 2016. Aliens have invaded the earth. The Nebulaks from a far-away galaxy have landed and they have blasted the earth with a stun ray that has put all of humanity into a vivid collective dream-wracked coma. We are, one species, collectively having a long, traumatic/orgiastic dream that feels like it is going on for years. Skrublorb, Supreme Leader of the Nebulaks, is monitoring this collective dream, and is horrified to see what a terrible mess we have made in our collective subconscious. He says, "-sh-lZbrf7hsgt" (which can only loosely be translated as "screw it.") They flip the switch and hightail it back to their galaxy. We, as humankind, snap out of our nightmarish fugue state and learn that Hillary Clinton has won the election, keenly aware however, of every excruciating detail of our collective faux-experience. 

Imagine the rage, the wailing, the agony of the Republican party (which drowns out a small, wise sigh of relief from a vocal minority). 

Imagine how great that feels. And go to bed tonight, happy.