This is the scariest piece of television I've seen in a while -- absolutely horrifying, disgusting, infuriating, and soul-crushing.
That said, I usually try to use the right words during sensitive situations like these, but if it wasn't clear before, here it is: I hate our president.
I hate that I have to even use that word because it breeds nothing good, but it is what I'm feeling right now.
I hate that this cruelty has been exercised in his name.
I hate that his reaction to this evil is a mediocre, cowardly, and selfish attempt at being neutral.
I hate that, in less than a year, the escalation of evil in this country -- and in some parts of the world -- is undoubtedly a direct correlation to his rise in power. (It all trickles down from The Top.)
I hate that my friends in other cities will have to brace themselves for similar acts of evil planned for this weekend.
But I don't want this hate I'm feeling to inform what I do next. And at least I can take comfort in knowing that the hate I'm feeling will never manifest into what was displayed in these horrific 22 minutes of footage on HBO's Vice. It may very well turn into hopelessness, because right now, I can't see any light at the end of this long and dark tunnel.