it's not going to end well

Have you heard?  Lots of Trump supporters are beginning to stir from their orange-liquor induced inebriation slumber.  Just as they yawn and scratch their asses, a realization that maybe the devil they didn't know really is worse than the woman they hated for reasons still very unclear to me and the millions of other Americans in my parallel universe...otherwise known as reality.   What these folks are now feeling, some for the very first time, is regret - or TrumpVoterRegrets (Trumpgrets), as the internet has coined this phenomenon. 

To me, Trumpgrets are like shots of cheap Tequila.  I am well aware of just how much like ass I’m going to feel tomorrow, but damn I feel good now and I still had money left over for a bag of Doritos and a Slim Jim. 

Here are quite a few tears collected this week:

Voting against your own interests out of stupidity (and also because you're a racist, misogynistic fuckwit) is like setting your own farts on fire while sitting in a haystack next to stockpile of firecrackers.  It's not going to end well, so why do it?