Warning: If you
dislike swear words and/or are triggered by bad things, you might
consider skipping this one.
The US election
was a few days ago. My seething fury has not abated. The sick
feeling in my stomach has not abated. The terror I feel for targeted
people has not abated. The only reason I haven't been running
through the streets screaming is because living in Ireland is mostly
shielding me from what's to come.
I am done with
anyone who voted for the orange demon. I don't wish you ill, but I
know I can't trust you. You are one of the people who would've told
the Nazis where Anne Frank and her family were hiding, too smug or
too dumb to realize that you would be on the next train to the
furnace.
I will have
absolutely no fucking sympathy when the people who voted for him
begin to suffer.
Daughter or wife
bleeding to death from a pregnancy gone sideways because doctors are
afraid to treat her? Gee, that's too bad.
Can't afford
anything anymore because of tariffs and price gouging? Bummer.
Got deported
because you weren't white enough to stay in the country? See ya.
Benefits like VA
and Social Security and Medicare vanish? Sucks to be you.
Can't get birth
control pills that help mitigate painful endometriosis or migraines?
Enjoy your agony.
House got
destroyed from increasing hurricane/tornado/wildfire activity because
the administration doesn't believe climate change is real? What a
shame.
Dying during a
pandemic or from an easily-preventable disease because vaccines and
common sense were outlawed? Bye-bye.
Public services
like the fire department, roads, and libraries cost money to use –
or simply disappear? Yawn.
If you voted for
the face-eating-leopard party, it will be hilarious when the leopards
come for you. Or it would, except your stupidity and hatred has
damned the rest of us along with you.
I'm sure some
will say I'm just being a sore loser because my candidate didn't win.
Let me explain something to anyone who might think this. Say our
two teams are in the Super Bowl. My team loses, and I respond by
burning your house down. THAT is being a sore loser. This isn't a
disagreement over which flavor of ice cream is best. This is a
disagreement about fundamental human decency, morality, integrity,
and honesty. If you chose the felon, you have none.
I will not turn
the other cheek and play nice. Not this time. If someone is trying
to sexually assault me, should I simply submit and take it? Nope.
I'm going for the eyes, the nards, the instep – hoping to do as
much fucking damage as possible. Sometimes the only thing a bully
understands is a punch to the throat – either verbal or physical.
Violence is not always the answer – I'm not advocating that it
should be the first response. But in certain situations, it's the
only response that works.
People close to
me believe that I'm generally a kind, compassionate, and caring human
being. It's true....which is the reason I'm so fucking filled with
rage right now. I have LGBTQIA2S+ friends who are terrified that
their legal marriages are going to be nullified – or that worse
things will happen to them. Trans folk are already vilified –
that's not going to get better. I have a mother who receives Social
Security and Medicare – what happens if those things are stolen,
especially with my being 3700 miles away? I know that people depend
on the ACA for their healthcare, and that's on the gods-damned
chopping block. Women and people of color are being classified as
property already, and it's only going to get worse once the orange
demon is president.
So you'll have
to forgive me if I'm feeling the urge to burn every fucking thing to
the ground right now. You'll have to forgive me if I feel betrayed
that a large number of Americans are vicious, cruel, selfish,
soulless assholes who think of only themselves. You'll have to
forgive me if I refuse to stand for the “Star Spangled Banner”
because the “land of the free and the home of the brave” is no
longer either of those things.
Two or three
years ago, I said that I wanted to be out of the US by 2025. After
the fuckery of 2016 and near-fuckery of 2020, I wasn't confident that
2024 would be any better.
I hate that I
was right.