To say I am furious about the results of the presidential election is an understatement. I woke up, read the news, and was shaking with rage. My hatred for that son of a bitch has reached depths I did not think I’d previously attained, and yet here we are; a new pit of anger discovered, making me sick.
I am furious that son of a bitch never seems to face any actual consequences for any of the horrid shit he’s done. 34 felonies. Sexual assault charges. Inciting the January 6th riots. Impeached twice during his first presidency. Stolen classified documents.
I am furious that son of a bitch gets to say whatever rambling, offensive, insane nonsense he wants with no repercussions. “Grab ’em by the pussy.” “They’re eating the dogs!” “All of a sudden she turned black!” “Bad people on many sides.” The list goes on and on and quite frankly I’m sick of the list getting to be as long as it does.
I am furious that much of the country looked at his campaign, full of lies and cancellations and cowardice and outright terrible public speaking engagements, and thought to themselves “Yeah, this is the guy for me.” I am furious that the proposed Project 2025 and its endless list of governing horrors was laid out for everyone to see, and still much of the country went “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
I have been shaking with rage all day. Literally. If I don’t occupy myself with work my thoughts drift to that smug son of a bitch and my body physically reacts to the reality of having to deal with him for another four years.
But I am taking one positive away from all this, and that is my rage itself. I’ve not been staring off into space with existential dread hanging heavily upon my shoulders. I’ve not felt crushing despair or unshakable fear in my soul. All that is in me is anger, calling me to action. Calling me to fight whatever this son of a bitch and an entire incoming Republican government is going to throw at us.
I’m not deluding myself that this isn’t going to suck, but every story I’ve ever read has taught me that the hero doesn’t run away from the villain when they gain or reclaim power. They fight back.
I hate that son of a bitch and if you voted for him you can go fuck yourself.