First of all, it’s been goddamn forever since this came in and I’m really sorry, my inbox ate it.  

And…I wish I knew what to tell you, honey.  The loud yam is a disaster, both personally and in the sense of a tornado.  The country will survive it, but that’s cold comfort to those of us who are looking down the barrel of four years of this.

Just know that you’re not alone, even though I know it probably feels like it sometimes.  Especially living in a house with someone who supports him.  But there are a lot of us out there, and people are doing things.  I’m not going to tell you not to be angry–embrace it, honey.  Know that you don’t stand alone in your anger.  We are each other’s greatest strength for the next four years.

And remember, sweetie: do not go fucking gentle.