by Drew J Jones
Mon Jan 30th, 2017 at 12:47:32 AM EST
I posted the whole bit about what I observed the day after Election Night 2008. I hopefully conveyed the joy and pride it filled me with. I'm a son of the South in America. It is probably the proudest moment of my life. The history that, aware of though I try to be, I can't begin to comprehend. The knowledge of the sheer brutality that heroes of mine -- MLK, John Lewis, Rosa Parks, and so many others -- endured. To be able to sit there, as Atrios would periodically post, and say, "Deep Thought: The President of the United States is a black man named Barack Hussein Obama." I can't even really explain that.
I'm sitting here watching the results of Trump's executive order on immigration. And supposed "progressives" embracing it and playing the "both sides" game. "Obama killed somebody with a drone in Yemen, so it's fine to stop some Iraqi grandmother from seeing her kids in San Antonio. And it's totes fine to detain a god-damned 18-month-old at LAX, because she might..." -- what, throw her fucking Cheerios in the fucking engine?
Fuck them. With rusted-assed, AIDS-soaked rakes.
I was furious on Election Night 2016. I'd never been so angry. Utterly, violently angry. Not for myself in some sort of self-interested sense. (Rest assured the Trump administration means fuck-all to me in any pure economic sense.) No, for my friends and family. And my fellow human beings. For my grandma, who fought her ass off to see that day we all endured defeated. For my mom and my sister, who followed in grandma's footsteps. For my friends' daughter, because I wanted to see her watch the night the first woman -- who, for all her flaws, worked damned hard for the people of this country -- was elected president of this country. And be able to be in the group that was able to say, "See that? Many people literally gave their lives for this moment. And for you. Don't ever let somebody tell you that you can't be anything you want." A highly-qualified woman. A hard-working woman. Who, as is so routine in this world, was passed over for a bloviating, fascist cunt.
A hundred thousand shit-kicking yokels stole that from us. And unleashed Hell on us all.
And I'm as angry as I've ever been. I've made peace with the likely truth that I'll never stop being angry. Fine. But people were supposedly fed-up. And wanted nastiness. And so they did this. To my country. And to my president.
Cool. You're gonna fucking get it.
Every. God. Damned. Day.
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