It’s hard to imagine my grandparents endured election cycles with nothing more than drawings of animals accompanied by a couple words explaining the metaphor. How grateful I am to live in a time in which one can grab a smartphone, hide under the covers, and wait out the electoral storm with missives from internet strangers.

What a cycle it was! In the 20-month race to determine the new leader of the free world, we spent time with a boastfully racist puddle of orange Jell-O; a booger-eater; the human version of a long, drawn-out sigh that ends with an accidental fart; a hoarder of dank memes; and plenty of other variations on Judge Doom.

The cast of characters gave us night terrors and diverse stress-induced medical issues, but they…

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