I don’t know what to say. I have to say something, but I honestly don’t know what. Frankly, I don’t even know what to think.

I’m deeply scared right now. Terrified, in fact, for a nation and people that, despite their faults, I truly love.

Be well, everyone, and for god’s sake, be good to each other. If you need me, I’ll be getting trashed on whatever liquor I can find in my pantry.

It’s been a few days, but I think I finally know how I want to talk about this. I’ve tried a couple of times to get my thoughts together on paper, but threw the results away as self-indulgent nonsense. This attempt may be too, but I think I’ve finally processed my thoughts and feelings enough to say my piece.

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I won't spoil the episode for people who are waiting until Saturday to watch it, but I will say this: the 105mm Mk. II party cannon I use as my avatar is no longer the pinnacle achievement of shindig gunnery.

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