Dear American voter,
You hate me. You hate my children. You hate my country.
And I hate you.
And I hate the country you apparently want to build.
I hope you fail. Even if you drag the last, best hope of earth down with you – I hope you fail. And I hope you suffer acutely the pain of your failure.
I quit. I don’t care any more. I will cope with this world you’re building as long as I can and when I can no longer deal with the constant strain and uncertainty I’ll get out.
Enjoy your impending doom.