A week ago tonight, at this very hour, we were all starting to watch the 2016 General Election returns. We were mostly confident that Hillary Rodham Clinton would be our new POTUS, and we set up little victory and watch parties all over the country.
What an astoundingly rude awakening we were in for. By 2 am on Wednesday, November 9, 2016, the United States election was called for Donald J. Fucking Orange Menace Trump, and we were suddenly all shaking in our boots.
Afterwards, the finger-pointing was quick and brutal, and the Democratic Party is nothing if not divided right now. Is the Party dead? Who can tell? And why in the goddamned hell was every fucking poll wrong for a solid year?!
I participated in some of this finger-pointing, but everybody has to vent his or her respective spleens on occasion. I thought this was a significant enough bad development to vent my spleen, and I did so until I got it all out of my system.
I’m done with that shit now. If that’s why you’re here, please do us all a favor and leave. Everybody knows how I feel about both Bernie and Hillary, so just save it. There are 200 more diaries for you to go visit, so yo, have at it.
Because, now, I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. It is really, super heavy, and this is a new and terrifying experience for me. What have we done, as a country? What have we done to ourselves? What have we done to our children?
What have we done to our planet?!
I have wept so often in the past week, it’s kind of unreal. I actually had to go to the grocery store to stock up on tissues. I am a hot fucking mess right now, and I don’t deny that.
But there is something happening within me that I can’t explain, and it’s all kinds of cool. Just … fuck this shit. Fuck it. I will NOT! let this affect my community, if I can possibly help it. I went to a Democratic Party meeting last night, and I told them that. And I told them we have got to fight for vulnerable populations that are going to be heavily affected by anything President Gross does. And I cried, and it was sort of embarrassing, but whatever.
FUCK IT! Somebody’s got to start a resistance in my very red county of my very red state, and take a stand and tell Trump supporters that they can go suck my left testicle.
I make a solemn promise to protect anyone I see getting harassed in my presence, as long as there is not a physical threat to myself. BECAUSE THIS GODDAMNED SHIT IS NOT OK AND IT IS UNAMERICAN!
I will speak up. I will not be silent. I will not acquiesce. I will not roll over. I will not pretend. I will not be apathetic.
The sense of urgency I have, to help anyone targeted by the future Trump administration, is immense. I don’t even know how to describe it, but I won’t let it go and I won’t back down. When I told people this in the meeting last night, some people legit looked at me like I was crazy.
But I had many more head nods and “Hell, yeah!”s and words of kindness. One woman even agreed to help me reach out to people who might need assistance, or maybe need an advocate.
I want to go to soup kitchens and community centers and libraries and homeless shelters and PTAs and non-profits and and and …
… And so I will. Because I have to. Because, if I don’t do it, who will?
A friend of mine at the meeting last night suggested we print materials in both Spanish and Hmong. I am planning to talk to a Hispanic community leader on Thursday night so we can perhaps start getting materials printed in Spanish. (The dude is speaking at the Democratic Party meeting, so I’m going to corner him there. :P Hee hee.)
Fuck this Trump shit. No. NO! JUST FUCKING NO!!!!! WE WILL NOT RELENT AND WE WILL NOT BE SILENT, YOU GODDAMNED SOCIOPATHIC ASSHOLES!
I can’t even. Go get involved in your own communities, stat. Don’t make me come over there.