Run Ragged

On purpose. Basically, work it great. Working out is great. I’m also trying to be more active on my Instagram on a fitness level. But at the heart of the matter I am running myself so ragged because I’m still enraged and disgusted that Donald Trump got even a single vote, let alone won the election, and am trying to keep my brain from being 100% consumed with it at all times, as it would otherwise be. America voted for an idiot Nazi. Even if his accusations of illegal voters trigger a recount that forces him to lose, it’s like stabbing your dad. Even if he survives, you still stabbed your dad and have to deal with it.

Even if Trump is stopped from being President, America still elected a homophobic, racist Nazi to be President. America has proven to be a place filled with evil, ignorant people. People who think being accused of (and repeatedly acquitted for) poor e-mail management is worse than sexual assault and actual fascism. America has proven it is not a good or worthwhile place that has outlived its glory years and when it’s done with it’s long, slow suicide the rest of the world won’t mourn but breathe a sigh of relief that the dangerous alcoholic uncle is gone.

Think about that. Keep thinking about that. Because that’s the remaining duration of American history in a nutshell and we just get to watch it play out whether we like it or not. But like I started with, don’t make it 100% of your brain power. You still have to live even if the world is debatably irredeemably broken and not worth the effort of saving.

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Run Ragged

A Day Of Fear

Today may well be the day, for all intents and purposes, that we get stuck with Donald Trump as President. A man who has condoned the bombing of innocent families, runs on an openly racist platform and has called for the horrifying, Nazi-esque requirement that Muslims be forced to wear some manner of identification and who has made no viable promises on policy as well as flip-flopped on what few issues he does talk about enough to have a literal debate with himself cut together out of the collective footage. And he may well take the White House in all but name today.

You’ve probably seen the article that makes me think this way more than anything else. This one. If the Democrats don’t run Sanders as opposed to flip-flopping, Wall-Street-owned, baggage-laden Clinton we’ll have Trump for President and only Hillary’s cronies in the DNC to blame for it. If they don’t run a candidate who brushes off all softball questions and forces talks towards the actual issues (where Trump has no ground to stand on) then he’ll simply bulldoze Hillary like the schoolyard bully he is by forcing every talk or debate to personal stuff or relying on his constituency’s fear of women to fuel the fire.

I’m terrified. I am legitimately afraid, a primal, animal fear that makes me want to lash a stone spear out of a cave-door at a rampaging bear. Trump may win today if the banks and corporations win the Democratic primary. And that means that America, as well as everyone else, loses.

And I’ll be out of here as fast as possible. And never return. Because we’ll have proven that America is as stupid and violent as the civilized world has come to think we are.

A Day Of Fear