I'd seen it all over Facebook.

It was the story on every political science professor's lips.

I'd noticed it on my browser's front page.

By the time I was cruising the BBC for headlines, I was sick to my stomach.

Donald Trump had won seven states during Super Tuesday.

My only comfort for the day was hearing one professor say: "Jokes about Donald Trump? He is a joke."

I had a nightmare fueled by the horrible things Trump supports. I pictured him using an executive order or encouraging the Supreme Court to reverse marriage equality laws. I feared living through at least another four years in a nation where my government wouldn't recognize my right to marry someone of my same gender. Bigoted assholes would use his word as gospel.

I imagined the mass deportation of my friends - friends who were born and raised here, but who Trump would consider "anchor babies." If elected, he could push for them to be put on the other side of the wall he dreams of building.

I remembered him saying he would date his own daughter. He decided Megan Kelly's concerns weren't important and that she must have been on her period when she tried to get real with him. He told Apprentice contestant Brande Roderick she would be a pretty picture on her knees.

There is reasonable evidence he raped his ex-wife. No, I don't care if you think a person can't be raped by their spouse.

Trump openly admires Vladimir Putin, a dictator who rigged elections, shut down private media and imprisoned political opponents.

He praised the Chinese government for killing hundreds and arresting over ten thousand citizens, most of them students, during the Tiananmen Square protests.

When a man said Trump had inspired he and his son to urinate on a hispanic man and beat him, Trump replied: "they are passionate."

Trump is fascist. He leans the same way Hitler did.

I'm not going too far in comparing Trump to Hitler. When Hitler was climbing to power, he hadn't yet used the platform to commit all the evil acts he did. Few suspected he would. We should learn from history. As Mark Twain once said, history rhymes. I don't want Trump in our poem. Not only do I not want him, I fear him. I am haunted wondering what living in this country could be like.

Europeans are floored knowing so many people support him, and I'm with them.

If you helped Trump win those states, you've listened to a tyrant's lies and hate and have let him trick you into thinking he actually cares an ounce for you. You've put everything our country stands for at risk. You have to wake up before the general election.

This isn't a joke. As far as I'm concerned, it's the most important political issue the United States is dealing with, and we have to vote. We have to act. We have to make sure this man doesn't become our president.