I still can’t believe the outcome of the Nov. 8 election. I’m numb, shaken, lost, and extremely scared.
I didn’t like Clinton. She wasn’t my first choice (I would have much rather had Bernie) but she was a hell of a lot better than that bloviating orange gasbag!
I’m heartbroken. I was looking forward to the chance to see the first woman president of the U.S. I cried, and continue to cry, when I heard on the radio that people were covering Susan B. Anthony’s gravestone with “I Voted” stickers. I am crying now, still, at the message this invokes: “You were the first to suggest that women be given equal rights, voting rights, and not be thought of as second-class citizens. We tried to elect a woman to the presidency to make you proud, but we failed. We are sorry.”
Never did I even entertain the idea that we, as a country, would be saddled with such a misogynistic, narcissistic, homophobic, mean-spirited, hate-filled, ignorant, fascist, racist demagogue as Trump!
He is not my president. He will never be, because I for one do not uphold what he stands for, this orange dictator.
I am scared for my future, and I am terrified for the future of this country. The mere idea that this man will soon have the nuclear codes for the biggest nuclear arsenal in the world turns my insides to ice water.
I just feel like I’ve been sucker punched in the gut.
I can’t believe that there is this much hatred in this country that could elect such a person, but I should have. People hated the Clintons (and the establishment government) so much that they voted to blow up Washington to “send a message.”
Well, their message has been sent, and I am terrified.
I still can’t believe that the white, rural, uneducated mobs swung this election because of 50,000 votes in three key states. They hate government. Government doesn’t work, so let’s destroy it: What a message to be proud of.
My Republican friends scoff at me for my worries, but I can’t help it. I am terrified. Pure and simple.
I still can’t help thinking what must the rest of the world be feeling now, looking at us. I want to stand on the highest mountain and scream, “I AM NOT A PART OF THIS! THIS DOES NOT REFLECT MY VIEWS!!” But, I am an American and I am being tarnished by this in the eyes of the world.
I am scared. But …
I am thankful that I am not a gay undocumented minority.
I think my heart would stop.
This article appears in Nov 24 – Dec 1, 2016.