What's up, rockers? I forgot to write a blog this month, so I am finally posting the one I wrote last November. It's kind of spooky the way I can predict the future and how I am right about everything. Here it is:
I am writing this bloggity on Monday, November 7. Tomorrow the US is going to have our election for our next president.
Hillary Clinton is going to win. I know this for two reasons: I can do simple math and I know America. When I have mentioned this to people, they have sometimes said things like, "But what if Trump, whatif whatif, whatif?" I don't know. What if a lot of things. What if Gary Johnson? What if panda bears? What if the alphabet?
Sure. All good questions. But what if what is going to happen happens?
I am an American and I know Americans. I know what we think. We don't like the idea of an unAmerican president. Be he someone in bed with Putin, or someone who feeds lies to his supporters, or someone who divides the people, or someone who brags about the unwelcome pussy grab, we don't like guys like that. It's not about our respective political parties. It's an American thing.
Democrats are with her, republican are with her, men, women, book smart, street smart, not smart, with ancestry from these parts and parts far beyond, we are with her. That guy will get some votes, and he'll take some states, then he will lose.
So look at us now. By the time anyone reads this, Hillary Clinton will be our president elect and the nation and the world will be kind of: Now what?
I am going to tell you what I think about that, but first I want to make a case for Trump supporters.
The fuck did he just say?
When I was a kid, I was told that God made Eve from Adam's rib and now men have one rib more than women do. I believed that until Rebecca was in nurse school. I was an adult. This was a few years ago. A piece of easily verifiable information slipped by me for most of my life. I just didn't know any better.
There are people who supported Trump because they believed things that aren't true. While that is not the best reason to support a candidate, I don't think those people are monsters. You can be a good person who is doing the best you can with the information you have, and your information can be nonsense. I think there are people who believe that Clinton is a criminal and Trump is not. Those people are not monsters. I think there are people who have to vote for their party no matter who is running. Those people are not monsters. It is unfortunate that there are monsters out there, and they do seem to all be Trump supporters. I don't know what to do about them.
I can tell you that most Trump supporters are going to be okay. They may yell about revolution, but they will sober up and go back to work. Organizing a revolution is difficult. Bitching is easy.
My advice is: don't tell them they are wrong. If it is at all appropriate, hug them. They may think we are all monsters. They may feel like their voices aren't being heard. Listen to them. Hug them. They aren't monsters. We aren't monsters. We're all Americans.
So, Madam President. Doesn't saying that feel cool? It makes feel classy and well traveled. I feel like I suddenly need the kind of shoes that need to be shined. I will look at paintings and see the secrets inside of them and myself. Madam President. I will study more languages and develop opinions on Shakespeare and wine. Not Shakespeare. Not wine. Shakespeare and wine. Madam President. Damn, that's cool.
Okay, you're the one who is still reading this. What do you want first? Your choices are ISIS or Hitler.
ISIS it is. Those guys don't think very highly of women. My understanding is that there is great shame for those guys to be killed by a woman. What are they going to do when Madam President is giving the orders? I wonder if the US military shouldn't print a little uterus on each bullet they use. Let's change "gunshot wound" to "uterus inside." That guy died from complications of having a uterus inside.
I am not going to tell you that Trump is Hitler. I don't particularly care to compare and contrast. Just: I get it. You get it. Hell, he gets it. Good enough?
I have been glued to the coverage of the election. It keeps making me think about Hitler in the bunker. He had done all of the awful that secured his place as one of history's greatest monsters, and he was under Berlin, and the American and Russian armies were above his head, getting ever closer. If there had been live coverage of Hitler in the bunker, I don't know if I could have not watched. It would be compelling and sad and horrific.
But I don't want to compare.
Let's talk about God.
You may think that God is the divine and almighty creator. You may think that God is the power of the universe. You may think that God is a nice idea. Maybe you think something else entirely. Whatever you think, I hope you will receive this message the way I intend it.
God bless the United States of America.
Americans need to embrace each other again. Let's stop being scared and let's stop being scary. I'm a pretty okay guy. You're pretty okay too. I want to make the most of our time together.
Wanna come?
I am writing this bloggity on Monday, November 7. Tomorrow the US is going to have our election for our next president.
Hillary Clinton is going to win. I know this for two reasons: I can do simple math and I know America. When I have mentioned this to people, they have sometimes said things like, "But what if Trump, whatif whatif, whatif?" I don't know. What if a lot of things. What if Gary Johnson? What if panda bears? What if the alphabet?
Sure. All good questions. But what if what is going to happen happens?
I am an American and I know Americans. I know what we think. We don't like the idea of an unAmerican president. Be he someone in bed with Putin, or someone who feeds lies to his supporters, or someone who divides the people, or someone who brags about the unwelcome pussy grab, we don't like guys like that. It's not about our respective political parties. It's an American thing.
Democrats are with her, republican are with her, men, women, book smart, street smart, not smart, with ancestry from these parts and parts far beyond, we are with her. That guy will get some votes, and he'll take some states, then he will lose.
So look at us now. By the time anyone reads this, Hillary Clinton will be our president elect and the nation and the world will be kind of: Now what?
I am going to tell you what I think about that, but first I want to make a case for Trump supporters.
The fuck did he just say?
When I was a kid, I was told that God made Eve from Adam's rib and now men have one rib more than women do. I believed that until Rebecca was in nurse school. I was an adult. This was a few years ago. A piece of easily verifiable information slipped by me for most of my life. I just didn't know any better.
There are people who supported Trump because they believed things that aren't true. While that is not the best reason to support a candidate, I don't think those people are monsters. You can be a good person who is doing the best you can with the information you have, and your information can be nonsense. I think there are people who believe that Clinton is a criminal and Trump is not. Those people are not monsters. I think there are people who have to vote for their party no matter who is running. Those people are not monsters. It is unfortunate that there are monsters out there, and they do seem to all be Trump supporters. I don't know what to do about them.
I can tell you that most Trump supporters are going to be okay. They may yell about revolution, but they will sober up and go back to work. Organizing a revolution is difficult. Bitching is easy.
My advice is: don't tell them they are wrong. If it is at all appropriate, hug them. They may think we are all monsters. They may feel like their voices aren't being heard. Listen to them. Hug them. They aren't monsters. We aren't monsters. We're all Americans.
So, Madam President. Doesn't saying that feel cool? It makes feel classy and well traveled. I feel like I suddenly need the kind of shoes that need to be shined. I will look at paintings and see the secrets inside of them and myself. Madam President. I will study more languages and develop opinions on Shakespeare and wine. Not Shakespeare. Not wine. Shakespeare and wine. Madam President. Damn, that's cool.
Okay, you're the one who is still reading this. What do you want first? Your choices are ISIS or Hitler.
ISIS it is. Those guys don't think very highly of women. My understanding is that there is great shame for those guys to be killed by a woman. What are they going to do when Madam President is giving the orders? I wonder if the US military shouldn't print a little uterus on each bullet they use. Let's change "gunshot wound" to "uterus inside." That guy died from complications of having a uterus inside.
I am not going to tell you that Trump is Hitler. I don't particularly care to compare and contrast. Just: I get it. You get it. Hell, he gets it. Good enough?
I have been glued to the coverage of the election. It keeps making me think about Hitler in the bunker. He had done all of the awful that secured his place as one of history's greatest monsters, and he was under Berlin, and the American and Russian armies were above his head, getting ever closer. If there had been live coverage of Hitler in the bunker, I don't know if I could have not watched. It would be compelling and sad and horrific.
But I don't want to compare.
Let's talk about God.
You may think that God is the divine and almighty creator. You may think that God is the power of the universe. You may think that God is a nice idea. Maybe you think something else entirely. Whatever you think, I hope you will receive this message the way I intend it.
God bless the United States of America.
Americans need to embrace each other again. Let's stop being scared and let's stop being scary. I'm a pretty okay guy. You're pretty okay too. I want to make the most of our time together.
Wanna come?
