Invocation of the Dummies...

...Requiem for a head. --Clutch, Electric Worry.

This election cycle is making it increasingly more difficult to do many things, such as:
--remain calm throughout the day
--not scream at random intervals for apparently no reason(there's plenty of reasons)
--maintain relationships on social media
--keep the muscles attached to my eyeballs so they do not roll completely out of my skull
--refrain from shooting myself in the face

I have no advice to offer here, I'm actually considering some sort of counseling. Being bombarded by a spectrum of stupid is taking it's toll, my coping mechanisms need some sort of maintenance before they completely burn out.

One doesn't have to turn on the news to be shocked, horrified, or disturbed by the dialogue of dipshits, simply scrolling through the Book of Face to wish those you love a Happy Mother's Day will unearth enough idiotic and ill-informed opinions to send one straight over the edge.

It's bad enough when there aren't a bunch of morons vying for the presidency, but I'm still faced with the supporters of the only remaining moron in very close proximity, and November is a loooooong ways away. Feeling like that little yellow tulip in a sea of red ones.

GAAAAAWWWWWWWDDD!

I'm not sure I'm going to make it.