The Tell-Tale Count

Earlier this year the sociopaths who populate the Trump administration gave the nation several different renditions of Edgar Allan Poe's The Masque of the Red Death.

Today we're fully into The Tell-Tale Heart territory:

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The vote counters were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. 

But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. 

My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still counted votes. The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears. 

No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the vote counters heard it not. 

I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not stop counting? 

I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? 

I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards --

STOP THE COUNT!

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) November 5, 2020

-- but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men counted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the counting of those fucking mail-in ballots!"

Everything but the murderer's final confession tracks.

 

Burn The Lifeboats