Excuse me while I barf.
Since Tuesday, November 8th (or was that early morning of the 9th?) I have felt physically sick—sick that an orange cheeto (sorry Cheetos) was elected President, sick that nearly half of the country would support a racist, misogynist, jew-hating, bigot without a clue of what he is doing, sick that, when I went to bed the night before, I thought the country on the road to becoming better than what we had drifted to under a Republican controlled legislature who cared for nothing but their pocket-books, sick that what looked so promising had turned into black despair—a throw-back to the worst of the 1930’s when the Nazis took over power in Germany.
Today, I feel even worse.
With Trumpster/Deplorables teaching their children to chant “Build the Wall” in Michigan middle schools, others writing “Whites Only” on bathrooms, the KKK planning a parade to celebrate Trump’s presidency in North Carolina, and a Republican Congress willing to undo everything good in this country, I see the USA sinking into new state-sponsored racism, hatred of blacks, Muslims, all Hispanics, LBGTs, atheists, women’s rights advocates and anything that stands in the way of a white male world where the white males make the policy for everyone because everything they believe is the correct way to think and act.
I found my wife curled into a ball crying, weeping that she will never live long enough to see a woman as president. What could I say? “Yeah, you’re probably right”? I’m so absolutely sure that would make her feel better. I could only hug her but I couldn’t bring myself to lie and say everything is going to be OK.
Me? I felt as if a good friend had died. I was grieving because I was sad for the death of the United States of America, a death not due to the failure of the Democrats to win the election, but because the ignorant people of this country failed to see a con coming, fell for vapid promises that can’t be kept, while railing against innocent people—both immigrants and citizens of what used to be a great and hopeful place to live. Everything was swirling down the toilet. Will the Republicans save us from our worst selves? I don’t think so.
Should we look forward to their Christian morals? I doubt that—electing the above Trumphole is clear evidence that morals in this country have gone the way of the dodo bird. The people now in charge care nothing of people of color, nothing of anything but themselves. Oh, yes, and their money.
And what are they going to do with all the guns that the NRA has convinced them they need to buy in order to save them from Obama and Hillary’s overreaching gun control? I suppose they can use them to support the KKK when they take over.
And if you had any doubts about the slide we descend, what does Trump tweet: those protesters are paid by the media to seem angry. Let me tell you, Trumpy: They are angry. But wait. There’s more. As Trump’s lieutenants—Mike Pence and Vladimir Putin—face-off over who gets to control this country (Putin, the godless communist, and Pence, the right-wing religious zealot) will have an interesting planning time ahead.
Tonight (11/12) my wife and I were to have dinner with a group of friends we meet once a month, two of which are very Republican, one sometimes an intolerable asshole. I told my wife that I couldn’t go because I felt sick. And yes, I do feel sick. But I also didn’t want to get arrested for kicking one guy in the balls and then grabbing his wife’s genitals just because I’m a white male and I could.
Oh wait, that’s right I can’t because I’m not a billionaire.
Excuse me while I barf.
