Posted on 12/01/2016 3:27:20 PM PST by PROCON
I found out Donald Trump had won the Electoral College while midstream in providing a urine sample for the emergency psychiatric staff of a New York City public hospital. The unlockable bathroom door in this unescapable wing was ajar, and I could hear the victorious Mike Pences sinister Sunday-school baritone taunting me with the truth from the hallway television.
For the preceding witching hours of election night, I had lain in a fetal position amidst a cast of anonymous men nursing their own crises, my hands clasped tightly over my ears. It wasnt that I minded the howls of the guy nearby who was shackled to his cot and monitored by an unimpressed brood of policemen. Instead, I wanted to spare myself any word of the far greater insanity unfolding beyond the hospital walls.
Drained of tears, too tired to sleep, I stared at the fluorescent ceiling lights which, indifferent to our suffering, remained on throughout the night and endured the passing time by willing my thoughts to vanish into the dull glow. For a second, I imagined someone would burst in and proclaim, Its all right, Hillary won! and I would bound out of bed, awoken from this nightmare.
This was all just a dream, right?
A while before, during the final hour of November 8, I had committed myself to institutional psychiatric care. A generation or two ago they would have said I was suffering a nervous breakdown: catatonic, plagued by involuntary jerking motions (my head furiously shaking No! ), speech patterns disjointed, weeping uncontrollably.
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His tears are probably estrogen-infused, so I would be cautious about that.
Made my “gaydar” wind all the way around.
Just proof that homosexuality is by and large a manifestation of various mental disorders.
Pansies, fruitcakes and whackadoos... This is the Democrat Party.
...it was a joke...
This is what has been "normalized" in the age of Obama.
I’ll look it up tonight. Thanks.
When I was 38 and got some bad news, I could...
Hug my wife
Play with my kid
Work on my house, there’s always something to do
Go outside and work in my yard, or my shop
Throw myself into my job and move ahead in my career
Or, do something completely different and work on my education.
But then, I didn’t hitch my fortunes to a politician who didn’t know me from a hole in the ground, and even if they DID know me, could care less about my mental health.
Truly there are disturbed people out there. And they vote. More concerning, they drive. Might be on the road next to you on your commute in the morning.
I’m exactly the same way. I can’t get enough of those videos! I’m ashamed of myself!
Evidently, so was he
Hilarious. These people have no pride. What ever happened to putting on you game face?
Very true, not to mention the physical maladies they bring upon themselves due to their perverted lifestyle "choices."
Typo. Of course it The World’s Greatest Troll.
Also a quickie is “reservoir dons “ a takeoff on the opening of the movie Reservoir Dogs. Then once you tube sees what’s you like, they send more!
I don't plan on judging others. Do you?
I imagine he was out of that particular makeup. You know how busy Sephora can get.
I’m surprised he didn’t start it with “It was a dark and stormy night...”
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Its Huffington Puffington comPost.
I.E. Dip$hit drivel.
Hillary, it was a hotel room not a hospital.
Fudge-packer.
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Benjamin Ryan.
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