If you're here, you might read this. I don't mind if you do and don't care if you don't. Either way, these are my many random and racing thoughts that I've been having while both awake and throughout my dreams (when I manage to sleep) about how America will soon not exist. Sounds macabre, I know. Maybe even far-fetched. But unless you've been living off the grid for the last three weeks, you likely know that Donald Trump, the biggest, most corrupt, sinister, and downright dangerous US presidential candidate in modern history, just won the 2016 presidential election. Our country is royally and, I fear, irreversibly fucked.
If you read the above and you thought to yourself, "Bullshit, Killary was the the most crooked candidate! Make America Great Again! Lock Her Up!" - or any other such fuckery nonsense (and you're wiping little drops of fresh spittle off of your computer screen) then please go away, never to return. Although comments will be open on this crickety-old-school-type blog, they will be moderated by little ol' me. Should you decide to fart your hate in my direction, you'll waste that precious spittle you could be spraying all over Twitter or Reddit. Go have at it and have a nice day.
Anyone else who may happen upon this blog and be feeling as I do, as if we humans have reached the very edge of our civility (like Stephen Hawking believes) and wants to commiserate, again welcome. You'll not see me write one unkind word about Hillary Clinton, Democrats, sane Republicans (yes, there are a few left) or, as much as I'd like to, Bernie Sanders. I've been on Twitter and Facebook obsessively for the past 26 days and am exhausted by the left eating its young...and old. I'm tired of the in-fighting, finger-pointing, blame-gaming. The democrats lost. We lost. America is fucked. Let that sink in and then go from there. But it's way too soon to start spear-fishing in our own backyard pond.
I personally do believe that the election was hacked. I believe Admiral Mike Rogers, NSA, when he suggests that Russia was behind WikiLeaks' leak of Hillary's emails, daily up until the elections. There wasn't one fucking thing in those emails worth handing the country's steering wheel over to a mad man, drunk on himself and power, but nonetheless, it seems to have worked. In case you missed it:
Also, our good ol' friendly FBI director, James Comey, inserted *cough*broke Hatch Act*cough* himself into the national conversation by coming out 10 days prior to the election to bring up a whole goobedygook nothing burger about Hillary's emails, only then to redact it two days before election day. Now, that fucker is going to jail! you think to yourself. Am I right? Well, guess what, he's not, he's not even...no slap on the hand or ass-paddling for him. No! He's being rewarded along with the rest of the FBI. I don't know about you, but I've always thought the FBI was above the law in the good way, catching the crooks, solving crimes. Little did I know that 2016 would sizzle that fantasy, right along with the notion of law and justice. We're in Trump's America now. Did I mention? America is fucked.
Oh, I should go ahead here and note a couple of things. Number one, Trump will never be called president by me. He will always be either Pussy Grabber in Chief (PGIC) or Piece of Shit in Command. (POSIC). America is now Trump's America and Trumpism is, well, Trumpism. Just so I'm not being confusing or confused myself. That and I figure, at least for now while I'm consumed with rage and despair, I might as well let loose of any polite norms I'd normally hold dear. I don't have to watch my language anymore, nor do I have to give a feel about the dumbasses in this country who either voted for Trump (some of them evil, some dumb as dirt, and some just very, very foolish) or didn't vote at all (these folks I despise the most - unless they had a damn good reason not to vote, like illness, etc. But just not voting out of apathy or protest is inexcusable - so fuck y'all very much!)
Phew! That was brain vomit while totally sober (something I should probably work on being more of going forward). I've got so much more to say, so much is happening so fast - recount efforts (PA just got derailed), Taiwan/China, PGIC's conflicts of interest, tax payers paying $1million/day for secret service in New York, Medicare/Social Security likely demise, the "Thank you" (or Fuck all of You Who Didn't Vote for Me) tour/rally by our new POSIC Elect, etc. etc. etc. But I'm out of charge these days. My hike today was dismal (yes, for anyone who might read this who knows me - I am still trying to get my fitness back). I'm hardly sleeping as I mentioned. And, truthfully, I just am not seeing anything joyful at present. This I should save for another day's post.
One last thing and the real reason I started yet another blog. My mother suggested I write everything I'm feeling and thinking down, record it.
"What if I'm right, Mom?"
"What if you're wrong? I'm not saying you are, but..."
Mom is convinced that I'm losing my mind and that everything is going to be just fine. Mom, like many other Americans I'm sure, thinks that this year's election is no different than any other election in the last 30 years. We survived Bush, we can survive Trump is their mantra.
Never before in my 40+ years have I wished more that my mother's words and the insistence of others will come true. Although, I know all to well that wishing is nothing more than good thoughts without premise. We shall see.
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