That’s about the best thing I can say about this election.
As most of you know, I did not support any candidate running for President. I ensured that I voted for my Congressman (not that it will matter in Arlington) and some state and local issues, but other than that I did not feel comfortable giving any of the presidential candidates my vote. None.
Yes, I was most certainly aware that one of the major party two would get the keys to the White House, but to me, there was little difference between the two when it came to qualifications to lead this country and the free world. I took some NyQuil for a cold I’m fighting and went to bed early last night, only to wake up in the middle of the night to learn that Donald Trump had pulled off what many, including Rob, thought was impossible.
I’m not thrilled about his victory – much like I wouldn’t have been thrilled about Hillary Clinton’s. I do get no small amount of schadenfreudy shivers when I think of the hag pitching a fit at her election HQ, throwing ashtrays, and screaming at the top of her lungs, “BUT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY TURN, YOU DEPLORABLE MOTHERFUCKERS!”
Yep, I’m a 15 year old boy inside.
Make no mistake about this, I did lose a few friendships over my decision not to support Trump. I was called everything from idiot to traitor to tacit Hillary supporter. Luckily, this was a small minority of people. I know quite a few Trump supporters – both those who were excited about his candidacy from the start and those who held their noses and voted for him to keep Hillary out of the White House. I respected both those views, even though I didn’t agree with them. The actual Trumpanzees – those who flung turds upon learning my decision, denigrated my ability to reason, blamed me for the “inevitable” Hillary presidency, ended our friendships, and accused me of betraying… fuck I don’t even know what – were few and far between. There was only one whom I metaphorically defenestrated – not because of whom he supported (really, I would have to jettison about 50 percent of my friends if that was the reason), but because of how he behaved toward me and others. He still doesn’t get it. He thinks now that Trump has won, he can rub it in my face about how right he was, and I will somehow admit it. Someone obviously has very little self awareness. So be it.
Anyway, maybe now we can all get back to the business of living our lives. Maybe now I won’t have to see closeups of the Orange One every time I open a web browser. Maybe now, we can just look at cat videos all day.
Honestly, I wish Trump luck. He and his campaign were partially responsible for the divided mess we have become, so it’s up to him to work to fix it – both as the leader of this country and as someone who ran a campaign that sowed a lot of the hatred this year. I sincerely hope I’m proven wrong in the next four years, because I love this nation more than I despise this election, this President-elect, and his opponent. I sincerely hope he’s not going to be the train wreck I suspect he will be.
I’m keeping my fingers crossed.