The hyperboles! The death threats! The utter indignation at the fact that anyone could possibly, possibly vote the devil incarnate into office! Oh, yes, it's so beautiful and tragic! Do I need to get out the world's tiniest violin? Call the whaaambulance? Or what?
And, please, if you could refrain from threats of fucking Ohio up the ass with any sort of sharp instrument...? I have to live here, you know, and I rather like it. Most of the time.
Though I wouldn't be adverse to moving...