#LetsParty

So I bought my wife a CD for birthday, November 7. As the events played out over the next few weeks and we started listening to the CD, Track 3 kept sticking in my head. It’s no surprise as to why:

Picture an upper-middle class yuppie apartment. Election night. Balloons, confetti everywhere, people celebrating, “I’m With Her” paraphernalia everywhere… but one dorky looking guy is sitting on the couch, not celebrating the imminent win, dressed in a “Feel the Bern” t shirt.

There’s a party going on in here
It’s been happening for many years
You weren’t invited and don’t want to stay
But keep partying anyway
Dj’s playing the familiar tune
Got them dancing, shaking up the room
They hear the beat but they don’t know the words
This is the saddest song I’ve ever heard

We see a cut forward to the shocked faces and dismay as those same people realize Trump has won. Confetti is now just garbage on the floor, champagne stains the carpet as glasses tumble out of dumbfounded hands. Snap back to the “Bernie Bro” on the couch.

If you could look into the future, would ya?
If you could see it, would you even want to?
Got a feeling that there’s bad news coming
But I don’t want to find it out

The BernieBro gets up and grabs a drink, trying to put on a smile.

If it’s the end of the world, let’s party
Like it’s the end of the world, let’s party
Wrap your arms around everybody
If we’re all gonna die let’s party
Let’s party
Let’s party

Cut forward again. These forward scenes are muted, the colors washed out. A young lady, formally resplendent in “I’m With Her” regalia, now tears it off and collapses onto the couch, sobbing.

Who can I blame with everything I’ve done
Is this the price we pay for too much fun
Don’t be misled it’s not a twist of fate
It’s just what happens when you stay out late
So raise your glasses all my kings and queens
Smash the chandelier to smithereens
Who knew that mercury could rise so fast
Enjoy the party ’cause this is our last

The scene switches to the formally happy revelers, now protesting in the streets.

If you could look into the future, would ya?
If you could see it, would you even want to?
Got a feeling that there’s bad news coming
But I don’t want to find it out

The camera spins around the BernieBro as he watches the chaos unfold. He notices that the people at the election party don’t look as happy as they did when the evening started as they riot… but they don’t look as sad as they did earlier. He allows himself a little smile.

If it’s the end of the world, let’s party
Like it’s the end of the world, let’s party
Wrap your arms around everybody
If we’re all gonna die, let’s party

If it’s the end of the world, let’s party
Like it’s the end of the world, let’s party
Wrap your arms around everybody
If we’re all gonna die let’s party
Let’s party
Let’s party
Let’s party
Let’s party

Cut to black, then up again on the next morning. We see the former revelers in a trashed apartment, confetti still sitting sadly on all surfaces. The BernieBro walks into the room and extends a hand to the young lady sprawled on the sofa, who smiles sadly and takes it. They both look out of the window at the rising sun; it’s a new day.

There’s a party going on in here
It’s been happening for many years
And even if it all goes bad
It was the best time we ever had

End with a black slate with white text that reads:

REBUILD THE DEMOCRATS
#LetsParty

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