**This has absolutely nothing to do with books. The views expressed in this post are purely mine and, yes, they are political. They revolve around the US presidential election and my personal reactions to it. Feel free to ignore it and I apologize in advanced for those I might offend. But I mean what I say here and cannot deny what I feel. Please be respectful when commenting, agree or disagree.**
I was trying hard to avoid this, because it hurts me deeply. I don’t like talking politics, because it can really get heated and I don’t like arguments. But I needed to say something.
Maybe this isn’t a big deal to you, but I’m stuck in this country. By birth and by a serious lack of resources. And I want to love it – but it’s hard. Hard when the country votes the way it has, and doesn’t even see the problem with that.
This post actually started as a response to another blog post I stumbled across. I was shocked – and a little hurt – to have found it was pro-Trump (or at least tolerant-hopeful-Trump). Although I know that we are all entitled to our opinions, I just couldn’t understand why this person (a woman) would be okay with Trump in presidency.
I still can’t.
A lack of experience doesn’t make a leader. Maybe experience doesn’t either, but Trump? He’s run his own companies into the ground. He’s being investigated for fraud for Trump University. He thinks he’s going to build a wall… because that always works so well… and then he’s going to make someone else pay for it? A country that already has financial problems?
But all of that inexperience aside, all of that stuff maybe I could overlook, but what about the fact that, to him, women are nothing or cows. Minorities are rapists. Muslims are terrorists.
The best I can hope from Trump is that he is ineffectual. Because if he manages to do anything, I don’t think it can be good. Hatred doesn’t breed good, and that’s what comes from Trump. The only thing that appalls me more than the man himself is that over half our country was willing to vote for him.
That *women* voted for him.
No one had to vote for Hillary – there were two other candidates. But all anyone considered were Trump and Hillary. Even though there was another woman on the ballot and another male Republican. Yet everyone seemed to think that it was either Trump or Hillary and to not vote for one, you had to vote for the other.
In the end, I am afraid. Because half of my fellow countrymen have decided that *I* do not count. Half of my countrymen have decided that they would rather have a bigoted, misogynistic, racist, elitist, white-power rich boy in office… than a woman.
It’s hard not to fear that. And it’s hard to not be saddened by it.
I cannot stop Trump from being president. That time has come and gone. But that doesn’t mean I have to embrace him. That doesn’t mean I have to agree with him or go along with him. That doesn’t mean I have to shout his praises or defend his blunders.
Yes, he is my president and yes, I am afraid.
For my loved ones who range from minorities to LGBT to poor to female to many religions that are not Christian.
And for me, too, because I fall into more than one of those above categories.
How can he expect to make a nation great again when he’s started by tearing it apart, pitting us against our neighbors, teaching us to fear them and to hate them? How can he expect to do anything good, when all he’s done is instill a deep sense of paranoia and terror?
I don’t know. All I know is, call me dramatic, but this isn’t good. None of this is good.
P.S. Remember how I was talking about apocalyptic genre? Well, this might qualify… At least for the US.
P.P.S. I found the flag for this header online. I claim no rights to it. Should anyone wish I take it down, I will do so immediately. Thanks.