The Day After

 



 For a few weeks there had been optimism. Can we really pull this off? Judging by the enthusiastic and large crowds it really looked like there was no going back ...

Near midnight I finally looked at the results and for the next 40 days I refused to go online. My plan was to disengage entirely, to hide my head and heart in ignorance for the next four years. That's hard to do when you have relatives who insisted on sharing the end of times with me even after I shook my fist in rage (an action I didn't share) I really wanted to be oblivious. Yet, slowly news filtered in. Carter dies. Fires in California. Plane crash in D C. Life intruded. I still try to stay away from media feeds I once viewed and clicked on for hours throughout the day. I slept with my phone by my side just in case I missed something important. Like many of us mortal beings, our psyche was damaged and I am still struggling to find solace.

So now I see reports of regret from those who voted for the orange man. They cannot believe he is doing what he said he would do. I'm actually finding it hard to believe these confessions of regret are real. I've lost faith in my side as well. Even before the election, I grew tired of the left's constant sense of rage, fanning flames of fear and screaming at us exaggerated stories of the right's latest dirty deed.

Lately I have been reading about the history of WW2 and the Holocaust. I find no answers to my question, 'How can we be here? How can people vote for a rapist, a pathological liar, a racist, who has zero in common with the majority of any human being?' I am at a loss. I don't know anyone who voted for him. I could ask a Trump voter, but I will only receive the response that it was about the economy. I would then ask them how they like their morning $4 egg. We know why they voted for him. They still have some survivors instinct to realize to keep quiet about the real reason. But, we know. 

This blog will not be a rant, well, not completely. I will be the old Thingy and write about current events, past history, fiction... whatever comes to mind. I want and need to heal, so instead of hiding for the next four years, I hope to find the light.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Many of those people seem to be finding out a lot quicker than I ever imagined they would. I'm in a small town now out in corn country, an undisclosed location, and it's mostly red once you get out of Chicago/Cook County. That's probably true outside major cities across the country. I'm quite pleased though that there are many country folk who are woke and have been since Trump descended the escalator. There's hope...
Maggie said…
Well, we have three years, ten months... before the ascension.

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