After the shock of the election, after the late night phone calls with sobbing confused (white) friends, after the long random conversations in the street with bewildered strangers, after the 50% of Americans who didn't bother to vote woke up and reality sank all the way in, there was a grieving process. Strangely, buyer's remorse was almost immediate.
The strange and abiding schadenfreude of
#Trumpgrets -- people who voted for him and regret it -- is a gift that keeps on giving. I know that there are some who want to take that loving hippie approach and lead his followers gently to (bipartisan) high ground while a few amongst us wouldn't mind dropkicking them into reality somewhere along the way, if that would help the process along. No need for any of that. His most rabid supporters are beginning to see him for who he really is -- a
thin-skinned sociopathic narcissist,
a failed businessman, a megalomaniac with delusions of grandeur and a liar of epic proportions. Behold the epic Trumpgrets below and enjoy as much of that sweet sweet schadenfreude as you want, knowing that in spite of whatever the media and that Liar in Chief have to say about it, the tide has definitely turned against him.
And yes, most of these love notes are dated on or before December 2016.
