They Went Willingly

 

I was going to start this post by apologizing for  writing so much about politics, but then I said to myself, "Self, this is what interests you. Stop bowing to pressure to write about kittens and baking bread and budgeting the month. This shit is important."

Yes, it is. It truly boggles my mind when I see people completely turned off by what is an absolutely imperative function in our lives. Y'all have clean water, decent roads, firefighters and no mice poo in your cornflakes because of policies written by politicians. So, go fucking knit a blanket and discuss three sticks of butter instead of two, if laws that impact your life are so bothersome. 

So. I'm gonna discuss Melania once again. She's not a politician but she knows a few. I'm still shaking my head when I see the news media proclaim her documentary as a great success. It's all relative, my dears. But, I wanted to know who the movie goers were who spent $7 million dollars to watch the first lady on the giant screen? Besides a vast number of liberal minded influencers who had to go to tell us no one was there and have a giggle, it's exactly who you'd expect to go see Melania. Old, conservative white women- that's who paid to see a woman they have absolutely nothing in common with. I'm sure these are the same women who buy romance novels. Their own lives are as dull and pathetic as fuck, so they must live vicariously through this woman, who is thin, tall, rich and wears expensive clothes. Then they go home to their double wide by the alligator swamp and cook grits for the tub o lard man they married who smells like cigar smoke and farts. It's sort of sad, but not too sad. Lately I have been reading the advice columns where women write that they are very unhappy. What should they do? They've been unhappy for the last forty years of a loveless marriage, yet still can't break away. My mother was this way. She talked about leaving Dad a thousand times but never did. He got the last laugh when he keeled over like a stricken tree in a forest and left (figuratively) before she did. 

I get it. It's so damn scary to start anew. I was terrified after I left my husband. Life was truly terrible at times, but I never have regretted that decision. Not one time. I found my own path. I don't need some paid side piece from Slovenia to fill in my sad spaces. Maybe they see a kindred spirit, a woman who chose a path that would give her security and maybe a kind word thrown their way occasionally. Maybe they see Melania as a strong role model. Look what she did to survive, she married a tiny dicked, pouty lipped orange man and bore a giant man baby to care for all the end of her days! Ugh.  There is not one redeeming quality in this woman. She is as empty headed as her husband. I bet a lot of women went home and cried, thinking, "That coulda been me."

The good news is, most of the world stayed home. That's a good sign. It's true about Trump. Everything he touches turns to shit. Everything. I'm not really sure if he is even aware of how much he is despised. Whatevs. Back to Melania... I have to give her some credit for sticking with this guy. I know the contract helps but come on, she touches those blackened hands and stands close enough to smell the unchanged Depends. She must have learned her survival skills in the old country. 

But you ladies who felt a sad emptiness as you cooked your man's required well done steak, buttered potatoes and no salad as he shuffled around the house in his holey underwear and snot hanging off his beard. You get up right now, walk out the door, and grab your own destiny. It's never too late. One minute. One hour. One day. Live one moment of true freedom.