Why are you indulging this little fantasy of pulling on a parka and learning to say “keh-BECK” instead of “KWI-beck”? Just because the country elected a man who represents the very worst in us? Now is not the time to cut and run. That’s weak-kneed bullshit. That’s fear. That’s what got us here in the first place. No, we’re gonna have to dig a little deeper, work a little harder. It may feel hopeless. But the only time humans ever visit any good upon this cruel world is when a brave few decide that there is something more important than fear.
You’re not moving because it’s just an election, not a funeral. There will be other elections. Unless Donald Trump cancels elections, which is less funny to say today than it would have been yesterday. That’s just a little gallows humor. Lighten up. Shit’s about to get real dark and real weird. We’re going to need to make more bleak jokes. So yes, you will close that AirBNB tab with “Vancouver” in the search bar, stand up, and join the goddamn resistance. Fascism must never be accepted. We’re going to resist. Our great-grandparents had World War I and our grandparents had World War II and our parents fought in Korea or Vietnam or Desert Storm or—dammit, are you Snapchatting yourself as a sad dog right now?—Afghanistan. We have Trump. We have a purpose. We have a battle. It’ll be fun, if constantly heartbreaking and occasionally terrifying.