(Posted on another page in F.F.F.)
Andy woke up. “Oh, no,” he remembered. “Our country might face a constitutional crisis; gridlock; or civil war. At least, many obnoxious left-wing celebrities will emigrate. The rest of us will simply make do.” He ate his cereal and drank his orange juice. “No matter who wins,” Andy thought, “he or she won’t be around for more than four years.” He was certain such unpopular folks, at their advanced ages, would most likely be one-termers or less. In the meantime, the people would come to their senses. Right? He loaded his long gun and checked his water and food supplies.