On the Saturday night after Donald Trump's stunning presidential victory over Hillary Clinton,

Saturday Night Live decided to forego its mandate, humor, in favor of a full-on political wake.

Kate McKinnon, who has done a creditable job mocking Clinton for most of the election cycle,

led off the show with a full rendition of the recently deceased Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah.

There were zero laughs and lots of delicious, delicious celebrity tears. McKinnon wasn't the only one crying, by the way. Lady Gaga, who introduced Clinton at her last pre-election rally, apparently wept openly backstage as Clinton lost on election night. So did Cher. Katie Perry was so overcome, she then skipped singing the national anthem and actually donated a bunch of money to Planned Parenthood.

True story.

Lena Dunham of girls and bragging about sexually abusing her sister in her memoir

fame, she penned an open letter, quote, I touched my face and realized I was crying.

Can we please go home?

I said to my boyfriend, I could tell he was having trouble breathing, and I could feel my chin

breaking into hives.

At home I got in the shower and began to cry even harder. My boyfriend, who had already wept, watched

me as I mumbled incoherently, clutching myself. To put it mildly, or to put it slightly less mildly,

ha ha ha. The left spent its time during this election cycle lecturing Americans from the Hollywood

Hills.

It didn't work.

After years of President Obama traipsing into studios in LA to read mean tweets, after nearly

a decade of listening to the sophomore un-earned moral superiority of actors and actresses who

earn millions for reading lines of other people write. After watching 9-11, truth or rappers go to the White House, Americans said no to celebrity culture by electing a celebrity, because that's what we do. The great irony of Trump's victories that he was actually an anti-celebrity celebrity. He had all the perks of celebrity, but he reveled in them. He didn't try to claim he was a better human being than the white middle-class voters in Wisconsin by virtue of living in New York and a penthouse covered in gold leaf. Trump played the every man on television, and it worked. Meanwhile, celebrities who didn't grow up in tremendous wealth hobnobbed with the elites. Singers and actresses taped a fight song rendition for the DNC. Dunham appeared on

stage at the convention, Sons, her sister. Beyonce and Jay-Z campaigned for Clinton. So did

Bruce Springsteen. And all of them did so for a woman whose closest contact with flyover country

came during one highly choreographed stop at Chipoli. Americans may never get over their obsession

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