How I Ended Up In A Psych Ward On Election Night A top Hillary fundraiser’s fall

Huffington Post ^ | 11/29/16 | Benjamin Ryan

[reagandemocrat]

Note: Post contains sensitive content regarding suicide.

I found out Donald Trump had won the Electoral College while midstream in providing a urine sample for the emergency psychiatric staff of a New York City public hospital. The unlockable bathroom door in this unescapable wing was ajar, and I could hear the victorious Mike Pence’s sinister Sunday-school baritone taunting me with the truth from the hallway television.

For the preceding witching hours of election night, I had lain in a fetal position amidst a cast of anonymous men nursing their own crises, my hands clasped tightly over my ears. It wasn’t that I minded the howls of the guy nearby who was shackled to his cot and monitored by an unimpressed brood of policemen. Instead, I wanted to spare myself any word of the far greater insanity unfolding beyond the hospital walls.

Drained of tears, too tired to sleep, I stared at the fluorescent ceiling lights —which, indifferent to our suffering, remained on throughout the night — and endured the passing time by willing my thoughts to vanish into the dull glow. For a second, I imagined someone would burst in and proclaim, “It’s all right, Hillary won!” and I would bound out of bed, awoken from this nightmare.

This was all just a dream, right?

[TXnMA]

"How does anyone take something with his byline on it seriously ever again?"

Never did.

Never will.

[A_perfect_lady]

I’m still wondering if it isn’t some Shibumi-level satire and HuffPo just got Trolled like a champ.