I'm writing this because I need a place to cry. I need a place to say I wish I could explain how the world turned out the way it did.
This afternoon, I read blog posts made by people I have grown to love, long distance, over the years. Robin & Roger, Tara, Kathy x 2, Teresa, Audra, Phil, Betsy, Be, Ellie, ...so many more. These are people who became my friends, albeit in most cases only electronically. But they matter. And I'm so afraid the world under Donald Trump will endanger all the goodness I found in those people. I wrote on my own blog, in a post I've since taken down for fear of being murdered by Trump supporters, that I hate America for what it's done to itself, and that is commit suicide. But suicide may be the best option in a world in which hatred and rabid nationalism are worshiped.
My tears flow for democracy, decency, and decorum. Yes, even decorum. Something I once eschewed as artificial now seems synonymous with civility.
The thing that makes my experience even more troubling and difficult is that I chose to leave Facebook, because my feed was so paralyzingly horrid and painful. But leaving Facebook left me with almost no exposure to the friends I love. God, I wish another social medium without the venom would erupt into the public consciousness. But, for now, I feel alone, abandoned (I know I'm not, but I feel that way), and unable to share my grief with people who, I know, feel it, too.
Goddamn Trump and his minions. I hope the bastards suffer for what they're planning to do to freedom, decency, empathy, and compassion. I have become the sharpest sword in what I hope will be the means to disembowel them. Metaphorically.
Whether my philosophy of life shapes who I am, or the other way around, my perception of the world matters. It matters deeply.
Hello friend. I'm glad I checked the old blog to see if you were around. Yes, we are all in this nightmare together. I realized just today that I had been holding out some shred of hope for a different outcome-- that perhaps some electors would have a moment of conscience or the the recount will mean something. Today it sunk in... the new horrible world that we shall inhabit. My heart is broken. We are looking at an unbearable future, one that opposes everything that we believe to be true and hold dear. I don't know what to say except that we are in this together and will do what it takes to stay sane and save our planet.
ReplyDeleteI just saw this. Thanks for looking and for taking the time to reply. We must do what we can.
DeleteJust saw this, thanks for the shoutout. Yeah, It's pretty bleak, getting bleaker as more clowns are being added to the clown car. I think it's time right now - not 4 years from now - for a coterie of leaders like Elizabeth Warren to hammer tirelessly, not just in the press, which will become a lapdog, but on the hustings, holding rallies and pushing back. More than half of the fucking county rejected Trump; that half of the country should not be silent for four years.
ReplyDeleteOh, and this is my favorite post-election cartoon: http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2016/11/09/21/3A36875F00000578-3921684-image-m-96_1478728150307.jpg
Thanks, Phil. I agree. We have to push, push, push and insist on reason. And the cartoon; yeah, that is exactly it!
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