I think everyone is under the impression that because we survived the first four years, we’ll survive the second.

On election day, I steadied myself by saying that perhaps the only way to get a Bernie Sanders or FDR-like leader is for complete and utter disaster to occur prior. Of course, I can’t imagine a worse disaster than the first four years, but, hey, maybe this time will be even worse.

It’s really hard to hold onto hope for anything better, when throughout the course of my lifetime, everything has only gotten worse.

Income inequality was the highest it had been since the great depression, but that was years ago, and it’s only gotten worse.

The whole world was supposed to band together to stop the climate from warming past 1.5 C. We hit that last year, decades earlier than even the worst timelines predicted.

The rise of far-right nationalists in seemingly every country is like giving toddlers mid-tantrum nuclear launch codes. The fallout would kill us all.

I’m a non-violent person, but if a someone wants to start the progressive socialist revolution, know that I’ll stand beside you, brother.

It was like watching a ritual sacrifice to the sun god, in the form of a football field of school children getting dumped into a volcano, all while everyone has cheery smiles.

I greatly appreciate the cultural cache that the crew of MST3K holds even now.