The Dark, Dark Day Hillary Lost

I woke up to the news and thought for sure I must still be asleep and having a nightmare, though I did toss and itch quite a bit last night, a sense of dread sabotaging my sleep. 

I want to cry but the tears won’t come.  They are locked up in my throat somewhere, too horrified and confused to come out.

I feel so disappointed.  So disheartened by my own countrymen, but especially by my countryWOMEN who voted for this person who so clearly has such contempt for our very gender unless we are worthy of him to grab us by the pussy.  Not to say that as a woman, you elect a woman just because she has a vagina, that is so NOT the point.  But you certainly don’t instead choose a man who believes you are a second-class citizen, along with people of color, gays and lesbians, transgenders, Muslims, basically anyone who is not a white Protestant male.  But women, we are supposed to be looking out for each other, especially since it is usually the white Protestant male that ends up screwing us.  What the hell happened?

I’m so disappointed with the people who claim to love Jesus that voted for this man.  Jesus loved everybody regardless of their background or religion or race and commanded us to do the same.  Jesus did not advocate violence against his enemies or “building a wall” or making the rich richer while those without privilege and opportunity remain oppressed and hungry.  Jesus taught us, above all else, to love.  I see and feel and hear nothing but vile, pompous hatred coming off that man.

And while Hillary also is flawed and made some not-so-great decisions (let he who has not done the same cast the first stone; she is human, after all) – at least she had some qualifications.  At least she has actually BEEN in the trenches and had some experience and has a working, thinking brain.  If this had been a regular job interview, and not what amounted to a sick, fear-mongering high school popularity contest, the choice would have been laughably clear.  But apparently that’s not the country we live in anymore.  People actually think a reality show ass-clown can lead us.

I want to crawl back into bed and not come out.  I don’t see any positives in this, and that is not like me.  It’s hard to have hope, but somehow we must.  Everyone thought he would hang himself during the campaign; perhaps he’ll do it while in office.  Especially if there is a worthy intern with a vagina within his reach.  

They impeach presidents for that, don’t they?