I am crushed. I am naïve. I am gullible. I am scared.
When Obama was first elected, my father told me there would be rioting in the streets. That people would start breaking into each other’s homes. Pure chaos. I remember thinking how utterly insane that idea was. That it was stupid quite frankly. And as I suspected, none of it happened.
I’m not sure what I think now. The truth is, there will never be a group of Democrat rioters, no looters, no dangerous mob. Our values of education, community, separation of church and state, gun laws….none of it seems to matter. The next four years—I have no words to express myself.
The Harris yard signs have all come down. Hope is a maniacal word. A painful lie. I’m angry with it actually. Tolkien taught me to always have it. Always keep it. Like a talisman.
If you were to go back in my archives, you will read a description of my personal Thanksgiving. It was truly one of the most negative family encounters of my life. And as the years have gone by, nothing has changed. It’s the same hate year after year. I don’t make family decisions lightly. So choosing not to participate this year—it was an easy choice and a hard one. I am definitely not alone this year.
Millions are wondering what family means this year. Politics, it ruins lives and relationships. Even if what many hoped for happened, and Kamala was elected, hate would still fester. Anyway, I’m done talking about it.
I think I have TMJ
That is all
