If it's wrong to spend a week celebrating the misery of your opponents, like that of the scores of just-fired Washington Post hacks who are crying like teenage girls learning there are no more "Twilight" movies coming, then I'm incredibly, totally, enthusiastically wrong. The former journos/current drive-thru operators still have not shut up about the WaPo's mass layoffs, and I am taking unmitigated delight in their pain. Their suffering energizes me. Their tears nourish me. Their humiliation fuels my joy. Hey, maybe democracy dies in darkness, but as long as the WaPo dies, I'm good.

I would tell them to learn the code, but that's old and cliché. Instead, I've been on X, inviting them to earn a little money for their kombucha and rent by buffing out my sweet luxury ride, which I paid for with my writing jobs. I'm a professional writer, and they're not.

But hey, I'm sure that journalism degree from the University of College is going to get them another gigsoon. Say it with me – "Would you like to supersize that, sir?"

They haven't taken their involuntary career tangent particularly well. They are all over X moaning about it and about us being giddy about it. Some people have told me that, because of my hysterical laughter at their situation, I'm going to be the victim of karma, but I think I'm actually karma's enforcer. After all, these are the people who have done nothing but lie to us and about us for decades. From Russian collusion to Hunter's laptop to J6 pogrom cheerleading to every other fraud and scam, they've obediently held to the Democrat line and done everything they could to screw with us patriots. Now that they're being laid off en masse, we owe it to ourselves to take a moment and laugh at their pain.

Look, how about if I agree to care about them as much as they've cared about me for the last few decades? Agreed? Great. Now, back to reveling in their agony.

It's been a few days, and I'm still laughing, and there is a smorgasbord of facets of their misery to laugh at. Certainly, the fact that a bunch of people who wanted us to lose everything – like our ability to govern ourselves, to be secure from criminals, and to keep our jobs (which they wanted sacrificed on the altar of their........

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