I am impressed that people are still fighting this fight. Guys, it's over, Biden won, his lot get to call the shots for the next two, four, eight years or whatever until your guy gets to win.
This morning my WhatsApp feed has been full of friends swooning over how marvellous the scene is this bright sunlit morn, how bluebirds are singing, lambs are frolicking and all is right with the world again.
You know what? Good for them, their guy won, I enjoyed winding them up over the past four years, chuckling at their multiple meltdowns, getting a rise out of them over some absurd tweet, but now it's their turn and for the most part they just seem to be happy and to my cynical mind absurdly relieved. Good for them, it's their day, I roll my eyes, mutter about their naivety but they're my friends and I am happy for them.
Let them have their day, there'll be plenty of time to stick the boot in later, they had their nice, suitably woke and diverse inauguration, well that's the privilege the winner gets.
Give it a rest for a few weeks, go out and do the gardening, turn off your FaceBook and Twitter accounts for a while if they upset you that much, get on with your life, it's so much easier that way.