Nobody likes people who say “I told you so,” but I don’t care. I’m a cartoon character on these pages anyway, and my caricature knows no scruples, so here goes. I TOLD YOU SO.
I told you so, and so did every other progressive American out there, but you didn’t listen. We hated it from the get-go, we were sickened when it started, and we all felt a twinge of madness when nobody seemed to care.
And then you made another choice last year, a decision so reckless that it sent the other 49% of your compatriots into mourning. Couldn’t you see what we were heading for? We were no great soothsayers, no infallible seers: we just looked at the facts. What the fuck were you thinking?
Many people sit in contented schadenfreude now, inwardly smiling at each scandal, wishing ill will like pancakes at the State Fair. They feel like they’ve been exonerated.
I don’t. I have to live here. So does my wife, and my daughter. We’ll have to deal with your choices for a long, long time. I feel demoralized, Pyrrhic and fagged.
You know who you are, and you disgust me. I’m a cartoon character, I can say that. You left us in this, and we told you so before it ever happened. We told you so, we told you so.