This will be short because today my heart is broken.
Seventy-three days ago, this country elected him to be the President of the United States. I am still shocked. I am struggling to grasp the reality in which this country could swing so significantly. Out of all my friends, I was the one who always said I wouldn’t put it past this country. Unlike so many, I did not call it impossible because nothing is impossible, though, it was vastly improbable. I did not vote for him, nor did the majority of voters. His name alone makes me want to projectile vomit from disgust, and therefore, I am not typing it. I will further more refer to it as the “T” word.
In eight years, we have had two historic elections. One, I am so deeply proud to have been a part of: electing the first black president. I do not cry often, but I shed tears on that historic inauguration. I watched it glued to the TV during election day and inauguration day. The second, electing a billionaire idiot with absolutely no political experience by way of a horrifically unAmerican campaign – then again, because of the ass-backwards electoral college he won. I could discuss his politics or him further, but it hurts my soul. Instead today, I am watching Food Network to detract from his ratings.
I have always been more aware of European politics than American politics, but since he became the Republican nominated candidate, that changed. Since he became the president-elect, I have been hyper-aware. You can bet your ass, I will follow his every move for the next four years and openly criticize anything and ev.er.y.thing I deem irresponsible, wrong, and just plain stupid.
I am heartbroken today, but this is not my America. I refuse to accept it. I will not stand silent nor idle.