This is probably about to be my worst post ever so bare with me if you try to read this. I hate politics but tonight has just been too much not to talk/vent about a little.
This whole night has been suspense. Not good suspense like a game 7, either. Suspense because whatever the hell Donald Trump was talking about (which was nothing) in those debates is about to become reality. I’m sitting here writing this with a beer — which is odd since I basically don’t drink — watching SportsCenter because the election coverage got to depressing to watch.
A year and a half ago, I was sitting in the NYIT Old Westbury campus’ newspaper room discussing all the primaries and whatnot and we weren’t taking Trump too seriously, thinking his campaign or his mouth would just burn out somewhere along the way, but it never did. That’s what’s so scary. Somehow, that mouth bullshit its way up to Election Day.
Put aside all the horrible things about him that have come out in the last few months, I still cant get how this many people voted for those awful debate performances. He was basically acted like a political child up there and I thought there was no way he would be recovering from them or the Billy Bush tape.
I know at the moment it’s not final but this feels too real. I’m not ready for four years of a bad spray tan.
I’m with you, Enes: