We've seen our share of tears and revelled in the triumph of mass destruction of property in cities across the so-called United States in the name of our black brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, moms, pops, cousins, grandparents, in short, the extended black family for whom we toil, slave, chant and sing and in whose presence we bow and genuflect and stutter and pee our pants and quake and shit ourselves. 

2020, a year of hard work, tears, dingbat stammering and shit in pants. And we did it all for them. We live to serve and we will hopefully someday serve in order to live, when our disenfranchised betters finally choke us into a deep and dreamless sleep.

Joe Biden took the train, and he's running for president. Everyday. Forever.