Match.com………..In Reverse

OK, I just fell off the comity cliff.

Here’s the deal, mocking snowflakes and their safe spaces is good wholesome fun, cathartic, balance rendering, perspective lending, and provides levity in an uncertain world, but the absolutely scary part is that there are people like that out there, pity them, sure, but they do exist. Chicken Littles every one, where hyper-ventilating is the new normal, where everything is a catastrophe, and nothing left to do but sit in their own puddle of tears with their blankey. Exhibit A:

Trump’s election stole my desire to look for a partner
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But two weeks later, the election happened. Once it was clear that Donald Trump would be president instead of Hillary Clinton, I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to gather my children in bed with me and cling to them like we would if thunder and lightning were raging outside, with winds high enough that they power might go out. The world felt that precarious to me.
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When I told her Trump had won, she protested: “But Mom. You said Hillary was going to win.”

“A lot of people thought the same thing,” I said. I hugged her, a little scared to send her to school, out into the big sky country of the red state where we live.

It would be too easy to attribute this twaddle to the over hyped imagination of a fake news writer and a fake newspaper (The Washington Post would most certainly qualify) but this is real, real for a woman suffering from a mental disorder.

Read the comment section of the article, my post basically writes itself, my favorite comment;

Could you just move to California already you are clearly a pansy in need of a safe space. Montana is not the state for you.

Here is something else that caught my eye;

That urge to cling to my family while keeping our foundation strong didn’t mesh well with continuing to date the man I’d been seeing. He also has a daughter. He, too, had been feeling a lot of the same emotions I was experiencing: hopelessness; fear; uncertainty about the future; panic over having to talk to my 9-year-old about anything that might come up at school, or what to do in the instance of sexual assault. But I couldn’t reach out to him anymore. He was too new, too unfamiliar.

Is this woman really insinuating that with a Trump win comes the likelihood that her 9 year old daughter will now get sexually assaulted?

Some might feel that idiots deserve pity, I say they deserve derision. For a 5 year old, life is more pleasant when never hearing the word “NO”, but aside from creating a monster, who the hell wants to share air with them?

After reading those comments, I suspect this author is now in her bunny rabbit PJ’s, on her comfy couch, with a gallon of mint chip ice cream, watching Real Time, hoping that she will wake up from this bad dream.

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