It has now been exactly one week since we received the news of President-Elect Baby Hands' win and I'm not feeling any better than I did before. The election of our tax-dodging, pussy-grabbing, Klan-approved sex offender of a new world leader coupled with the death of one of my heroes, the wonderful Leonard Cohen, has made this past week a pretty difficult one. For someone who suffers from severe depression and anxiety disorder, every day can be a struggle, and these next four years will be even more of an uphill battle. Not even Kate McKinnon's stirring performance of "Hallelujah" on last weekend's SNL can kill these blues. But I'm trying to remain positive and as long as my heart still beats, I'm not going to give up hope that we can fight to make things better.
Everybody has a moment when they hit rock bottom. Waking up in a strange place is a good indication that you have a drinking problem and those chest pains you're feeling might be telling you that it's a good idea to lose some weight. Perhaps that's what's going on with the country right now. We've reached our moment of clarity. Maybe the election of a sleazy fascist billionaire is the kick in the ass that we need to wake us up from our complacency and ask us how it got this far. It's no secret that there's a severe divide in this country between the progressive left and the working-class right, but how can we make things better? Trump's victory is the culmination of eight years of resentment from angry white men, enraged that "their" country was being changed in ways they didn't approve of during the Obama years, which in turn, were a reaction by progressive voters to the failures of the George W. Bush administration. "Well, at least it can't possibly get any worse than Bush," we lefties thought back in 2008. Boy, were we wrong. As disastrous a President as he was, I cannot recall a single thing he ever said or did that filled me with as much horror or revulsion as the bile that spews forth from President-Elect Joffrey's mouth on a daily basis. That may be Trump's greatest achievement of all: making W. look classy in comparison.
Trump's election looks to be one of the symptoms of a disease that's been plaguing this nation all this time: a lack of compassion and understanding of our fellow humans. Maybe instead of fighting with each other, we should try to communicate with one another. Earlier this week, I went to see the movie Arrival, in which Amy Adams plays a linguistics professor assigned to communicate with a group of aliens who have mysteriously come to Earth. Toward the end of the film, the Chinese government misunderstands a message from the aliens as a threat and begins to make plans to attack them. It's up to Adams to convince them otherwise, that they need to listen to what the aliens are actually saying in order to avoid conflict. That's a lesson that we all need. To be more empathetic and caring to each other instead of jumping to violence and hatred as an automatic reaction. Maybe that's what we need to learn in order to prevent another Trump administration from ever happening again.
And if not, then maybe the aliens will let us hitch a ride with them to their home planet. We could all use a change of scene.
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I, too, find myself still reeling from the election of President Pussy-Grabber, as well as disgusted by what his election says about the American people. Please take heart, dear: You are quite welcome in the UK, and who knows? There might still be time here to reverse the Brexit decision. :P
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