We tried. I stayed up late night after night to rally my countrymen to get out and vote. I left thousands of alternative news releases all over twitter and reddit. Just before the election I was banned from both platforms. My subreddit went dead. I still went out and voted and trusted the plan. I watched as our election was stolen in dozens of ways, right in public, they weren't even trying to hide it but rubbing our faces in their crimes. I've quietly watched since then and now, today, the last day of our nation I'm watching it all go down in ruins. Ugly, stinking ruins. If there's any hope left I'm not feeling it today. Maybe I'm wrong, I hope so. Maybe there's a few grains of hope left in the bottom of the barrel to scrape out and bake a tiny loaf of cheer but it's a pitiful slice of bread compared to what I had hoped for. I trusted the plan to the fullest measure and now sit aside as our enemies laugh and mock in glee. There's nothing left as I watch the last few bricks of our once great republic crumble into dust. The long winter night approaches and promises to be cold and dismal. I doubt I will live to see the morning sun rise again but if it does, it will only be after a long hard struggle by those who have something left to fight with. I'll still be watching through the night as long as I can but as for me, unless there's a last minute reprieve, I fear it's over.