Unless you qualify for AARP or you live under a rock, you know Beyonce dropped "Lemonade" this weekend. Her new album included an hour long film that basically explains how Jay-Z (currently America's biggest dumbass) cheated on her. The film takes you through the stages of grief after experiencing this trauma. Ironically, all the stages of grief work perfectly with our emotions in 2016...
First of all, our intuition should of told us that this was going to be a shitshow when we had 17 candidates.
"This won’t be a problem. This is our year. We have so many options! Plus, it’s just Hillary, we can beat her." -every Republican, summer 2015
The anger kicks in when the candidate you loathe is soaring in the polls and you start to realize 2016 is tearing apart the GOP. The anger also kicks in when you see the "Feel the Bern" logo.
“So what are you gonna say at my funeral, now that you've killed me?” Queen Bey, you stole the words right out of my mouth.
When your favorite candidate officially suspends their campaign. The emptiness is real.
When you realize your favorite candidate isn’t coming back and your 2nd favorite drops out as well. The GOP is officially doomed.
Is this the establishment’s fault? Reince? Mitt? Is this where 8 years of Obama takes us?
It's not too late! HEY! There’s always a potential for a contested convention!
Dear GOP, it’s not you, it’s us.
“So how we supposed to lead our children to the future? What do we do? How do we lead them?” Beyonce ooooorr every Republican thinking about how to explain a Trump presidency to their future children....
There's always 2020.
We'll get our shit together by 2020.
Stay Classy, Katie