A short story about MAGA regret:
A person falling off a cliff is sad. A person who jumps off a cliff is stupid. A person being pushed off a cliff is a tragedy.
A person who handcuffs themselves to me and throws us both off a cliff can GO FUCK THEMSELVES. I don't give a shit if you are sincere or not in your regret. We're already mid-fall halfway to the bottom and there are sharp rocks below and YOU'RE STILL MAKING THIS ABOUT YOU.
Fuck you, and fuck your "regret". Even if it is real, it's really, actually too fucking late. And that's the part that's almost worse. That you COULD have changed course. That you COULD have seen the cliff and chose a different action, but our lives just weren't worth it to you.
The end.