Double-Amputee War Veteran Destroys Leftists Crying about 'Post-Election Stress Disorder'
Leftists claim "post-election stress disorder" because, three months later, they still haven't come to grips with this nagging notion called "reality." But hey, there's no book on "How to Cope with the Real World: A Ten Step Guide to Not Being a P*ssy." At least not a pop-up version peddled in safe spaces. If you need further proof, see “Anti-Fascists” Burn Berkeley and Leftist Protester Screams Bloody Murder as Trump is Sworn In. But hey, take all the time you need. Leftists freakouts sustain us. Like tiger blood.
You know who doesn't have time for their "post-election stress disorder?" Congressman Brian Mast, a veteran Purple Heart recipient...and a double amputee.
.@BrianMastFL on 'post-election stress disorder': There's no comparison between what happens on the battlefield & b… https://t.co/JPKUZSKEuZ— FOX & friends (@FOX & friends) 1487679601.0
Look, to be fair, stress is real, it shouldn't be dismissed out of hand. I type this to all people who've ever had their problems dismissed with the "it could be worse" platitude, tossed at you by someone who just doesn't want to talk with you or hear about your problems, real or imaginary. Okay? Okay.
But to carry on with "post-election stress disorder" by deliberately comparing it to "post-traumatic stress disorder," an actual affliction which mentally cripples post-war veterans? No. Sorry, I can't let that one fly without arming my grenade launcher and nuking your safe spaces. It's been three months. Hillary lost, Trump won. We have presidential elections every four years. I had my own pity parties each time Obama won, sure. Many of us were dismayed. We had coffee with close friends, then accepted the results of the election. Conservatives and republicans were not, three months later, celebrating their weak psyches by declaring their tears "post-election stress disorders." Then asking the world to coddle them with love cuddles.
Hillary lost. Trump won. Deal with it, bitches.
Think about that while you're coloring and playing with therapeutic clay in your campus safe space.