Now that President-Elect Trump has set a record for getting white votes in America, we all must face up to one fact. The Anglo-Saxons are not sending us their best people, but we can't build walls; that's not the answer. Like it or not, we're living with Trump now. Even though that kind of sounds like one of those prescription drugs ads on TV: "I'm living with Trump, but I'm not letting Trump control my life."

One thing the pundits agree on now is that America has never been so divided, although I'm thinking it may have been worse during the Civil War. But it is definitely the most divided I have ever experienced in my lifetime and I am currently living through the traumatic Ford Vs. Chevrolet wars while driving a Toyota Camry. We have always had our disagreements here but now half of the country literally wants nothing to do with the other half. Our motto is no longer ,"E. Pluribus Unum," it's "Go fuck yourself." This is not a sustainable way to live.

What it reminds me of is I think most people in their lifetimes have had the experience of, at one time or another, living with someone that you hated. We have all been there, right? Some version of roommate hell. Where if they were in the living room, you stayed in the kitchen. If they were in the bathroom, you peed in a jar. You don't give him his phone messages and while you're out, he drags his balls across your pillow. You could go weeks without acknowledging the other person, it was like living with a ghost who never washed the dishes. Eventually, you end up ignoring each other existence; living in the same place, but never really seeing each other, which is sad, but it does prepare you for marriage. Well, that's where we are as a nation now. I'm looking at all these jubilant Trump fans and thinking, "What happened? I don't even know you anymore," and they're looking at us and thinking, "fag."

But we're here; we are stuck here. Oh sure, people talk about moving somewhere more progressive like Canada or North Korea, but most of us Hillary supporters still have a soft spot for this crazy, mixed up country of ours. It's where we first learned how to ride a bike. It's where we first ran after the ice cream truck. It's where we served as an altar boy in our church and later sued the church for what happened when we were altar boys. It's where we developed our first peanut allergy. Got our first regrettable tattoos. Huffed our first glue behind our first dumpster. It's where we played Monopoly during summer vacations, never imagining going bankrupt in Atlantic City was a stepping stone to the White House. Plus, all of our stuff is here. It is tempting to want to divide America down the middle right now. I have actually been in the bad roommate situation where you literally got the white tape and made a line through the middle of the apartment. It's something they've tried on many, many sitcoms over the years starting with "I Love Lucy." Lucy on one side, the Spanish-speaking immigrant on the other; she just wanted to make the living room great again.

Maybe liberal and conservatives need couples therapy, a safe space where liberals can say to conservatives, "Your obsession with guns makes me uncomfortable," and conservatives can say to liberals, "We feel bullied when you demand that we make gay wedding cakes." That probably isn't going to happen. You can unfriend someone whose politics you don't like, but you can't unfriend 47% of the America. Roommates can move out, patriots can't. America needs you, more now than ever. Right here, with me and the rest of the resistance, until we can figure out how to really make America great again and don't ever let them forget, "We're still here."