When are these pathetic, pacifier-deficient pantywaists going to get over it?

Via David

(For the benefit of foreign readers who may not know the term ‘pantywaist’, see here.  For ‘pacifier’, see here.)

I’m mind-boggled by the number of spoiled brats who are still hyperventilating over the fact that Donald Trump won last month’s presidential election.  Here are two super-precious examples of the breed.

First, a gay university student who’s feeling terribly, terribly scared.

Since the election, I haven’t slept in my dorm room once. I’ve slept on couches, futons, floors and unoccupied beds in my friends’ homes. At first, it came from a need to be with people who supported me and understood how scary this political moment is for young people who grew up under the liberal auspices of an Obama presidency and came of age politically in a time marked by progressive movements such as that of Sen. Bernie Sanders (I-Vt.). But after I went home for clean clothes to find an anti-gay hate message written on my door, right next to a set of stickers spelling out “Vote 4 Hillary,” my couch-surfing took on new urgency. I was no longer searching for comfort from my peers — I was trying to preserve a sense of safety.