Great story:

… the resolve and passion of students, many of whom had made their way over from the Bernie Sanders campaign, gave me a sense of hope that got me downright high. I didn’t see how with faces this bright, diverse, wise, and passionate anything but the best — the only — result could prevail. The three hours I spent at the Javits Center Tuesday night, surrounded by campaign staffers and fellow surrogates for Hillary Clinton, are blurred and spotty. At a certain point it became clear something had gone horribly wrong. Celebrants’ faces turned. The modeling had been incorrect. Watching the numbers in Florida, I touched my face and realized I was crying. “Can we please go home?” I said to my boyfriend. I could tell he was having trouble breathing, and I could feel my chin breaking into hives. Another woman showed me her matching hive, hidden by fresh concealer. I hugged the women I had spent eighteen months with, laughing and plotting and spreading our love for Hillary Clinton and her message. My party dress felt tight and itchy.

This is rabbit normalcy.

“Oh, My God! Look at us, we are breaking out in the exact same hives! … Whoops! … Wait a minute, I’m about to black out! … Hang on… Nope, false alarm! I already blacked out ten minutes ago and woke up in the broom closet. It would have been weird if it happened a second time.”

The instantaneous hives are a bit of a mystery, though apparently they are common enough that rabbits recognize them in each other, and use them for social bonding. The only thing I can think of is the activation of the sympathetic nervous system triggers peristaltic contractions and gastrointestinal motility, which stirs up material located in the more internal lumen of the GI tract, exposing it to the GI membrane and releasing some immunogenic microbiological material that crosses over into the blood, triggering the immune response.

It would be interesting if liberals, with their reduced disgust, expose themselves to so many microbes that they have a GI microbiome that is so toxic that even minor excitement causes them to erupt in hives. It might be another good reason to keep your distance from the hippies. There, there be monsters.

By the time we’d made it over the bridge, a friend called. “It’s over,” she said. “I love you.” I was frozen. We stopped at the diner. No one was speaking as they ate, no one in the whole place. At home I got in the shower and began to cry even harder. My boyfriend, who had already wept, watched me as I mumbled incoherently, clutching myself. “It wasn’t supposed to go this way. It was supposed to be her job. She worked her whole life for the job. It’s her job.”

The bane of being acclimated to free resource availability. Everything belongs to you.

Very fun to acquire, not so fun to live with in the world of reality.

You might cause a mass outbreak of hives among liberals, because you linked to the reviews of r/K Theory on this page somewhere