Answers? Solutions? A few words to help the healing?
Nope.
At least, not yet.
I am not writing this for you. I am writing this for me. Read it, don't read it, that's your business. This is mine:
Since I got the news, I have been wondering what country I am in. I thought I was an American and I thought I knew America. I thought that Trump supporters were delusional. It's a bitter pill to find out that I am the one who has been delusional, that America is not the place I thought it was. I don't fit in the place where I thought I fit.
But you know what? Fuck that.
Fuckrag McClownhair won the election and there is not one thing I can do about that. I did what I could to support Hillary Clinton and it did not go my way. I feel like I voted reasonably and my state voted reasonably, but that doesn't matter now.
So, what matters now?
You.
I am a middle-aged, straight, white-ish artist. Chances are you are different from me. Yesterday, our differences were things I respected. You know what has changed? Nothing. It's you and me together in this sick world. It always has been.
I can't predict what is going to happen, and my brain is tired from trying to figure it out. I just want you to know what is not going to change. Me and you? We're Americans. We are staring into the eyes of a doomed administration and it will be up to us to put it all back together again.
And when we do, let's take their fucking guns away this time.
If you support the president elect, I have heard your voice loud and clear. If you have more opinions and you care about me, it's time for you to shut the fuck up. I may live in delusional subset of your America, but you sound like a hateful idiot where I live. I respect you too, but we don't have room for hateful idiots where I live.
If you are reading this and you aren't an American, I can't explain what happened. I'm so sorry. We don't have an excuse. Also, I would love to come visit you soon.
I think I want to learn to speak Dutch.
New Mexico is a really nice place to be today in spite of the news.
I don't know how to end this.
It's not over.
Nope.
At least, not yet.
I am not writing this for you. I am writing this for me. Read it, don't read it, that's your business. This is mine:
Since I got the news, I have been wondering what country I am in. I thought I was an American and I thought I knew America. I thought that Trump supporters were delusional. It's a bitter pill to find out that I am the one who has been delusional, that America is not the place I thought it was. I don't fit in the place where I thought I fit.
But you know what? Fuck that.
Fuckrag McClownhair won the election and there is not one thing I can do about that. I did what I could to support Hillary Clinton and it did not go my way. I feel like I voted reasonably and my state voted reasonably, but that doesn't matter now.
So, what matters now?
You.
I am a middle-aged, straight, white-ish artist. Chances are you are different from me. Yesterday, our differences were things I respected. You know what has changed? Nothing. It's you and me together in this sick world. It always has been.
I can't predict what is going to happen, and my brain is tired from trying to figure it out. I just want you to know what is not going to change. Me and you? We're Americans. We are staring into the eyes of a doomed administration and it will be up to us to put it all back together again.
And when we do, let's take their fucking guns away this time.
If you support the president elect, I have heard your voice loud and clear. If you have more opinions and you care about me, it's time for you to shut the fuck up. I may live in delusional subset of your America, but you sound like a hateful idiot where I live. I respect you too, but we don't have room for hateful idiots where I live.
If you are reading this and you aren't an American, I can't explain what happened. I'm so sorry. We don't have an excuse. Also, I would love to come visit you soon.
I think I want to learn to speak Dutch.
New Mexico is a really nice place to be today in spite of the news.
I don't know how to end this.
It's not over.
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