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Voting Day–we need to change things

As I’m writing this, it’s voting day here in America. It’s been a particularly contentious election year, even more so than the last two. And, yes, there is a reason for that. I may or may not get into that later.

Before I get into the litany of reasons I am so frustrated with the state of politics in Ameria, let me say the one positive. I was stoked to vote for the first African American/South Asian American woman to run for president. I did not think I’d see it in my lifetime. And I’m happy to vote for Coach Walz for VP as well.

Other than that, though, it’s all bullshit.

First of all, America should not be a country. We are just too big and disaparate to operate as one entity. Secondly, we gave way too much power to the Southern states in order to entice them to give up slavery. In addition, the president can get away with anything short of murder (and not even sure about that) because we have set it up so that we take it on faith that the president will do what they think is best for the country and not just for themself.

All that went down the shitter when Trump first ran for president. He didn’t abide by the gentleman’s agreement (hell, he didn’t even know it existed) because he’s incapable of caring for anyone other than himself.

We need some rules, yo. I’ve talked about this with friends and my brother. We can’t just have this unwritten rules bullshit because there will always be someone who will exploit it for their own good–especially now. Trump broke the facade, and we can never go back again. I’m not sure we should.

The problem is that in thinking how to improve things, I got hit with an immediate snag. There should be some qualifications! Well, yes, but what? Maybe that a person had held a position before. Didn’t have to be current, and it didn’t have to be federal, but any position? Was that too elitist? I’m not sure we don’t want to have a baseline for politicians. For some reason, Oprah’s name was floated around. I don’t want her as president! Being immensely likable is not a qualification for being president. For fuck’s sake.

My brother floated IQ. I shot that down. I am also not OK with no felony charge beacuse of how racist and shoddy our police system is. I hope it’s obvious why I’m not for IQ, either.


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There is No Happy Ending

I’m not a brave woman.

I am rabidly conflict-avoidant, and I’m always fearful. So, to see all the protests and people talking about resistance is very gratifying to me, but it also makes me feel ashamed.

I am always afraid. It’s a matter of extent, and it’s faded in time, but there’s always a nugget of fear in the back of my mind. I have to know the closest exit at all times, I will freak the fuck out if you touch me unexpectedly, and any time I’m in a tense situation, my PTSD kicks in.

I’ve heard more than one survivor of sexual assault talking about flashbacks and trigger warnings. Not about anything they read or see, but about the result of the election.

We talk about rape culture, and many people pooh-pooh that it exists. This is the clearest example that many people just don’t give a shit about sexual assault. Trump can be caught on tape saying he can grab any pussy he wants because he’s a star, and after the initial outrage, a collective yawn. “It’s just locker talk.” “He didn’t really mean it.” “All guys talk like that.”
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