Imagine being as angry about American politics as Tara Strong is. Imagine, every day, you wake up, and the first thing you want to know is what the leader of a foreign country is doing right now. You lie there, in your underwear, in bed, in Canada, on your smartphone, and you immediately go to cnn.com. It doesn't take long to find what you're looking for. "TRUMP DID X." "TRUMP SAID Y." You're becoming very angry. You always do. You don't know what you were really expecting, looking for news about Trump when you know full well it makes you so angry every time. You sigh and put the phone down. Maybe you should go outside?

"No," says Twilight Sparkle, "You have a duty to take care of."

Twilight Sparkle? Is this real? Is this a delusion?

"You're not the delusional one, Tara," says Harley Quinn, gripping your shoulder affirmingly, "Trump is."

That's right! Fucking Trump! This is all his fault! You grab your phone again and go straight to Twitter.

"Good girl," coos Bubbles, "You're the only one who can stop him."

Yes… It's your duty. You have to put a stop to this madman now! What is there to stop for today again? You tab back over to CNN, and read the headlines once again. That's it. The ammunition you need for your righteous fury. You link to the first Trump related article. You can't even read it for fear of going berserk and awakening your husband in the next room, but you're sure it's something horrible. Accompanying the link are the hashtags "#ImpeachHimNow #FlipItBlue @RealDonaldTrump delete your account." Yes, that looks right. You post it. Maybe he'll listen to you today, and at long last delete his account.

Your duty done, you idly check your Twitter feed one last time before beginning your day. You've definitely been planning on going outside for a while now. Maybe today is the day? Well, not yet. Somebody posted something about Trump in your Twitter feed. You MUST retweet it. Okay, maybe now… nope, Trump himself tweeted something. Better tell him to delete his account. Maybe just check CNN one last time before getting your day started…?

Before you know it it's dark outside. You're shaking and sweaty from a whole day's worth of emotional trauma in bed. Your husband didn't even check on you today.

"Good work, Tara," praises Raven, "Now get some sleep. You'll need your rest to battle Trump again tomorrow."

You grunt and gratefully set your phone down. You roll onto your side and close your eyes. You have to sleep, but your brain is reluctant to let you. Sleeping is pure torture, because even there Donald Trump is your enemy. For hours you lie awake in bed, kept up by the thought of a man who isn't even aware of your existence. Maybe tomorrow something will change…