Her tears were delicious, as were those of her followers. Yummy!
“Her tears were delicious, as were those of her followers.”
Ambrosia!
Most delicious!!!!!!
Mother’s milk.
Speaking of her followers, I was in the faculty lounge the morning after the election. (I taught Federal Government as a small local community college).
There were about a dozen teachers in there and most, and I am not joking, most of them were crying real tears. Yes, real tears streaming down their faces, female and “male.”
The instructor from India was ranting and raving about how our democracy is broken and in India they have true democracy and that we were ignorant to have an electoral college.
I tried to educate her and others that we are a republic, and some knew that but most did not, and some wanted to dump the electoral college because it counted racist and sexist old White men from states that aren’t important.
I told them they now know how I felt when The Messiah won the election—twice, but I am an adult and you deal with things like an adult. You don’t cry. The blubbering continued and several talked about cancelling their classes that day because the election was so traumatic.
I told then I am celebrating the results of the election and a riot almost erupted over my comment. Some of the snowflakes turned me into the college police and reported my thoughts to my department chair.