There are seven stages in grief. Pardon me while I wallow in Anger for quite some time. You see, once again I find that I've been hoodwinked, bamboozled, led astray by an American populace that I had mistaken for enlightened and forward thinking. Not all of us but at least enough of us to count.
Apparently I missed the memo on the fifty nine million (59!!) who think that a misogynistic megalomaniac with psychotic tendencies would make a nifty leader of the free world.
You know for years I've sat in history classes and watched films and documentaries and wondered how in the world a Hitler gets into power. Thanks America, for solving that mystery.
I'm not a radical person. I'm fairly laid back and inclusive. But I've experienced the opposite of privilege. I've walked into a board room and had people assume I was the admin or the janitor when I was actually there to lead the damn meeting. I've had people talk to me on the phone and then be astonished to meet me in person because "I don't sound black." I was gracious to the woman a few blocks over who thought it was okay to knock on my door and accuse me (the only person of color in a ten block radius) of kicking over her Drumpf-Wince sign. I've had all this and more leveled against me time and time again.
And yet, I try to give people the benefit of doubt. I try not to be bitter when the Caucasian male I trained was given the promotion everyone on the team knew should be mine. I don't automatically assume privilege is at play when all other logical reasons have been exhausted. I reach deep for my inner Maya Angelou and "still I rise."
But this shiggity right here? America is so pissed off that an intellectual, charming African-American man not only ran this country but ran it WELL for eight years that THIS is the pivot?!?! This jerk gets in on WHAT merit? List for me the areas where this orange ass clown has excelled that ALSO make him remotely qualified to be president? No, crotch-grabbing the opposite sex doesn't count. Handing over the country to a man who has done nothing positive in life but be white and breathe is the EPITOME of privilege.
For those of you who hated Hillary, what-the-eff-ever. I didn't want to skip hand in hand through a field of dandelions with the woman, I just wanted the nuclear codes in the hands of someone who doesn't let a tweet rattle them at 3:00am. Someone who ISN'T considered a racist pig on a good day. Someone who hasn't been handed everything in the world on a platinum platter and is pissed when someone is handed a lesser prototype on a paper plate. Someone who doesn't always think the problem with the country is because of a black or brown person. Someone who can get through a 30 minute presser without raising the blood pressure of half of our allies.
Yeahhhh, I'm going to roll around in anger for more than a minute. It was bad enough when you elected Bush cuz his Daddy was an okay dude and he could slam back a Heineken with the best of them. But this son of a bitch? Really?
To all who thought this would be the change America needs or lazily opted out of voting from some moral high ground - gee thanks. When the Minions of Doom roll back the clock to 1952 and commence the money grabbing, ask yourself:
And know that answer is yes, yes you absolutely did. Make America great? You made us the laughingstock of the world. The punchline to every Ugly American joke ever told. Congrats.