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“Oops, I voted for a man who tried to overthrow democracy.”
Say it with your chest.
Oh, you’re shocked now?
You’re concerned about democracy, civility, bodily autonomy, public education, the economy, your 401k?
You’re just now seeing how bad it is?
Wow. Stunning. So brave.
Listen, I’m not saying people can’t change. Growth is a beautiful thing. But let’s be clear: some of y’all are out here trying to rebrand yourselves like nothing happened. Like you didn’t throw the country into a blender and hit puree. Like we’re all supposed to applaud because you finally read a book, or watched one (1) episode of PBS NewsHour.
Nah. Sit with it.
You voted for chaos, cruelty, and conspiracy because it made you feel powerful. Or because it was funny. Or because Hillary had emails. Or because you thought, “How bad could it get?”
Well—surprise! It got that bad. And then worse.
Regret Isn’t a Get-Out-of-Judgment-Free Card
We’re not giving out gold stars for finally admitting the house is on fire after you lit the damn match.
This isn’t a redemption arc. This is the part of the movie where you realize you’ve been rooting for the villain, and everyone else in the theater already walked out.
You’re not being “canceled.” You’re being held accountable.
You don’t get to distance yourself from the consequences just because you had a political change of heart two years into a fascist fever dream. That’s not bravery. That’s cleanup duty. And you’re late.
This Isn’t About Feelings—It’s About Fallout
Do you regret your vote? Cool. Tell that to:
- The women who can’t access basic healthcare in their states.
- The teachers leaving the profession in droves.
- The families torn apart at the border.
- The LGBTQ+ kids being erased from their own schools.
- The working class you swore you were defending—who are now paying for tax cuts they never received.
If you regret your vote, do something about it.
Volunteer. Donate. Call out your uncle at Thanksgiving.
Stop reposting memes from Facebook pages with eagles and flaming skulls in the logo.
Read. Show up. Shut up.
Because regret without change is just vibes.
And vibes don’t rebuild a country.
Nobody Owes You Comfort in Your Guilt
It’s not our job to soothe your conscience while you dab your eyes and whisper, “I didn’t know.”
You did know. You just didn’t care—or didn’t care enough.
And that’s what hurts.
So no, you don’t get a cookie.
You get a to-do list.
Final Thought (And It Bites)
So if you’re waiting for absolution, a round of applause, or some freshly baked forgiveness?
Go wait in line with the rest of the people who ignored the smoke until the whole house collapsed.
And bring your own damn cookie.
