People gooped and gagged
that Beyonce and Taylor Swift did not come out on the DNC stage.
And my favorite part of the entire night was that it was done.
It was over. The DNC was finished.
Come on off stage. Balloons,
confetti stop dropping. Right?
The preacher came out to the, like,
eggs Benedict thing at the end,
and people stayed seated, didn’t move like it was gonna be some, like,
post marvel movie credit. End scene.
They’re not coming out, babes.
They’re not coming out holding hands,
chewing gum, scissor.
And also, what if the surprise was pink?
What if it was pink? Y’all aren’t being grateful.
That makes her feel bad.
It could have been worse. She could have gotten Lin Manuel Miranda.