The only people who quit are quitters.
My dad was a World War 2 veteran. He had ribbons from all 3 theaters (Europe, Asia and America) and was awarded a Bronze Star. He enlisted in early 1942 and got out in 1945.
One day he took me aside, put his hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eye and said “Son, take your hands out of your pants”. I’ll never forgot those words.
Quitting never occurred to me. Too many people sacrificed more than I will ever realize for me to quit over a damned election. Many of them died with their last thought being their love for this country. I may run screaming like a small girl from ticks and clowns but I’ll fight for this country.