I wrote Tuesday afternoon that the pro-Hillary corridors of Facebook and Twitter rang with cheer and confidence—but that, also, maybe, Democrats’ social media triumphalism concealed some anxiety. Yeah. Remember the “cheer and confidence” part of that equation?
Trump just won Florida. We are all haunted heartsick wretches.
Blue Facebook and Twitter have collectively become a mausoleum where the phantoms of our morning hopes drift like braids of ash. No more “You go, girl!” Now it’s:
that thing of where you laugh and then you laugh again and then you can't stop laughing and then frogs start emerging from your throat— Alexandra Petri (@petridishes) November 9, 2016
The inability of the left to distinguish between an imperfect ally and an enemy is the height of privilege and will be our downfall— Alex Hirsch (@_AlexHirsch) November 9, 2016
This may be the darkest day in American politics since Watergate.— Alexander Nazaryan (@alexnazaryan) November 9, 2016
time to move from beer to tequila i think— prince libs (@princelibs) November 9, 2016
I feel sad and stupid and scared and so so far from twelve hours ago— Katie Heaney (@KTHeaney) November 9, 2016
And on and on to infinity.
We can’t joke about this. We can’t comfort one another with baby animal palate cleansers when Donald Trump slouches so close to the White House. What was an improbable nightmare has shuddered into a real possibility—and we didn’t see it coming.
I was really wrong about this election. We all were really wrong about this election. And for that, I am sorry.— Jamelle Bouie (@jbouie) November 9, 2016
These are some things that describe my social media feeds: an unremitting wall of despair. A cataract of oh god no. The Vale of Shadows. The ninth circle of hell. The verbal manifestation of someone curled in the fetal position mumbling to herself the horror, the horror. And threaded through it all, a plaintive wail: How?