An open letter.

Dear Mr. President-Elect,

I don't know about you, but I've been worrying a lot recently about the future, wondering what I can do about it, why aren't I doing more, what does it matter; and wrinkling my young face. Frankly, you are in a much better position to effect change than I, and we all think you've got the right ideas and the right character.

So, I'm gonna let you take over and I'm gonna focus on all my own shit, all the little things in my life that only affect me. I'm trusting you to handle everything else – I'm not gonna check up on you, not gonna hover nervously over my computer, not gonna continue my hourly routine of Andrew Sullivan, Glen Greenwald, 538.com, BBC News (I figure you've got the international stuff covered, too, right?), et cetera. We'll check back with you in three or four years, okay? Thanks for doing me such a huge solid. Give my best to Renaissance.

Sincerely,
Your pal Chris