In the trough of the wave that was the build up to the 2016 Presidential Election, my tweets from 2015 looked something like this:
“Donald, are you for real?”
“Can we all just agree to vote for Gary Johnson? #debate2016”
“Everything about this election just depresses me”
“Donald Trump might singlehandedly save Twitter by increasing user engagement through enticing outrage. Justtt looking for the positives”
Admittedly, I can’t remember who Gary Johnson is. And Trump might actually have made Twitter relevant again. The point is, I felt lost in the 2016 election.
I originally liked Jeb Bush. I knew he was considered a great governor in Florida who did good things for the education system. He had a hispanic wife, which in my eyes made him sympathetic to immigrants and minorities. Jeb never had a fair shot because he couldn’t escape the shadow of his big brother George. After Jeb fell out of the primaries, the only candidate I even remotely liked was John Kasich. Despite 8 years of liking Obama, there was no way I was voting for Hilary Clinton. …
