Trump Is Killing Me
(I wrote this in 40 minutes) I am quickly losing the will to live. Drama much? Why, yes. Yes, indeed. I remember when the announcement was made that Trump would be running for president. I didn't believe it. I must confess, I'm a fan of The Apprentice and Celebrity Apprentice. I'm embarrassed to admit that. I consider it a personal failing, a character flaw. I really do enjoy reality-based television shows. My favorites are cooking and fashion. I'm a good cook, but I'm old and fat, so I shouldn't be drawn to fashion. But I am.
So Trump announces that he's running for president and I'm a little alarmed, having watched his reality shows. Then I listen to a couple of his campaign speeches. Ut oh. "Make America Great!" Dude, I want to say, it's already great. It's one of the greatest countries in the entire world. Is it perfect, no. Is anything perfect? No. But America is pretty great already. I, of course, want Hillary to win. I want to be alive and live during the time when the first woman ever is elected as president. And I love what Hillary stands for: for equality, for children, for women, for our place in the world.
I must tell you that I am the only daughter in a family of 6 children. I am the lone "thorn among the roses" as my mother always used to say. I know boys and men. I know what lurks in their dirty little hearts. Want to make a man happy? Feed him and f*ck him. Do those two things and do them well, he's all yours for the rest of your life. I grew up knowing all about men and boys and married one anyway. I then proceeded to have 3 sons. No daughters. I tried to raise my sons to be sensitive to women's needs, but I had an uphill battle as my husband was one of the most misogynistic bastards ever to have been born. He hates that women actually think and talk, but he loves them because he loves their bodies. I did not know this at the time. Had I known, I would have made a better choice. Misogynists come in all shapes and sizes. They also come in all different kinds. Some are charmers, saying exactly what you need to hear, saying it so tenderly and sweetly that you are blinded to the true nature of that particular beast until you fall in love. Once that happens, abandon all hope.
So I know men. Listening to Trump and seeing the reaction of his fan base, I grew frightened. I soothed myself with the knowledge that he would never win. I was sure everyone could see right through him as I did. I was wrong. There have been a few times in my life when I've been horribly, catastrophically wrong. There are not many of these types of errors in thinking and judgment, thank God, but when they occur, they have had devastating effects on my life. The belief that Trump would never win was one of those mistakes and its effects on my life are changing everything about it. I used to spend hours and hours online researching genealogy, happily connecting all the links that brought me to who I am. Those days are over. Money that used to go to genealogy-based research sites now goes towards current newspaper subscriptions. I now spend hour after angry hour on Twitter and Facebook reading, commenting and posting about Trump. I have never slept well, now I sleep even less well, falling asleep distressed and waking up each morning with the thought, "What fresh hell will this day bring?"
I used to spend a lot of time cooking and looking up recipes. That's over. Now I only cook because I have to, and I'm not happy that I have to even think about what's for dinner, much less make it.
I miss the days when I didn't have to think about the government every single day, when I could go about my life doing the things I enjoy without having to worry that the EPA was being dismantled, that public education was in danger, that the question wasn't "will there be a nuclear war," which has been replaced with the sure knowledge that there will be one, it's just a question of when.
So Trump announces that he's running for president and I'm a little alarmed, having watched his reality shows. Then I listen to a couple of his campaign speeches. Ut oh. "Make America Great!" Dude, I want to say, it's already great. It's one of the greatest countries in the entire world. Is it perfect, no. Is anything perfect? No. But America is pretty great already. I, of course, want Hillary to win. I want to be alive and live during the time when the first woman ever is elected as president. And I love what Hillary stands for: for equality, for children, for women, for our place in the world.
I must tell you that I am the only daughter in a family of 6 children. I am the lone "thorn among the roses" as my mother always used to say. I know boys and men. I know what lurks in their dirty little hearts. Want to make a man happy? Feed him and f*ck him. Do those two things and do them well, he's all yours for the rest of your life. I grew up knowing all about men and boys and married one anyway. I then proceeded to have 3 sons. No daughters. I tried to raise my sons to be sensitive to women's needs, but I had an uphill battle as my husband was one of the most misogynistic bastards ever to have been born. He hates that women actually think and talk, but he loves them because he loves their bodies. I did not know this at the time. Had I known, I would have made a better choice. Misogynists come in all shapes and sizes. They also come in all different kinds. Some are charmers, saying exactly what you need to hear, saying it so tenderly and sweetly that you are blinded to the true nature of that particular beast until you fall in love. Once that happens, abandon all hope.
So I know men. Listening to Trump and seeing the reaction of his fan base, I grew frightened. I soothed myself with the knowledge that he would never win. I was sure everyone could see right through him as I did. I was wrong. There have been a few times in my life when I've been horribly, catastrophically wrong. There are not many of these types of errors in thinking and judgment, thank God, but when they occur, they have had devastating effects on my life. The belief that Trump would never win was one of those mistakes and its effects on my life are changing everything about it. I used to spend hours and hours online researching genealogy, happily connecting all the links that brought me to who I am. Those days are over. Money that used to go to genealogy-based research sites now goes towards current newspaper subscriptions. I now spend hour after angry hour on Twitter and Facebook reading, commenting and posting about Trump. I have never slept well, now I sleep even less well, falling asleep distressed and waking up each morning with the thought, "What fresh hell will this day bring?"
I used to spend a lot of time cooking and looking up recipes. That's over. Now I only cook because I have to, and I'm not happy that I have to even think about what's for dinner, much less make it.
I miss the days when I didn't have to think about the government every single day, when I could go about my life doing the things I enjoy without having to worry that the EPA was being dismantled, that public education was in danger, that the question wasn't "will there be a nuclear war," which has been replaced with the sure knowledge that there will be one, it's just a question of when.
