No, I didn't misspeak. I really mean fuck the polls.
I went to bed Tuesday, November 8, 2016, feeling good about the world. I had cast my ballot for the most qualified candidate in history who would become the first woman president—shattering the ultimate glass ceiling.
Boy, was I wrong—me and about 65,853,513 of my closest friends. You see, every major p…
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