What's That High, Keening Sound?

I'm trying, no really!

I keep hearing a high, keening sound, like a drill bit of the Netherworld, about to drill into 

my skull. What the hell is it? Oh, I think I understand, it's me, bitching and complaining 

about the election results, about how 46 percent of people couldn't even be bothered to 

vote. How they are going to pay, right along with the rest of us who could be bothered to 

vot--there it is again, that dog-whistle, annoying buzzing, and it's coming from my face. I 

realize now how whining will do no good. I've got to try to give the man a chance. But, it 

won't be easy, as I see nothing but looming disaster ahead. But, I'm done screaming 

about what I think will happen, at least for the next day and a half, until he starts 

dismantling everything that President Obama put in place.

UPDATE:

My pledge of 'he's my buddy--he might not be as bad as I feared,' lasted less than one 

day, my vow to give him a chance just exploded in a mushroom cloud of angry cynicism 

after one day. Rudi Giuliani as Secretary of State? Tweets about the protesters of his 

election being professionals? I guess he's trying to explain away what he said to his 

toothless nubber voters. Oh s**t, it's going to be as bad as I feared, times five!