in this analogy, marky mark is america

One of my favorite scenes in a movie is at the end of The Departed when Mark Wahlberg shoots Matt Damon. The latter enters his apartment and takes a moment to absorb the spectacle of the intruder that stands before him: Marky Mark, in a fucking track suit and forensic murder booties, just shaking with fury and nerves and the knowledge of what he’s about to do. Facing certain death at the hands of this incredible nightmare clown, a weary Matt Damon just sort of shrugs and says, “Okay.”

That's it. That's my feeling on this election. Okay.