I want to say that I hate The Former Guy (if you don’t know who I am referring to you either disagree with me a lot or you’re young and not at all caught up in politics and the future of our nation) – but I have been warned about using the H word since I can remember. I am an optimist at heart – and always believe that everyone has a chance to redeem themselves in the eyes of “GOTU” (God of Their Understanding) and society at large.
Once I find out that someone who appears evil and selfish through and through is actually mentally ill, I try to back off my understanding and expand my universe to include the reality that they are perhaps spiritually sick like me. But this motherfucker…
How one man lives in complete denial and remains apathetic to every other human being around him – and raised his children to believe he was right and good, I have no idea.
Of course the harder part for me is the number of supporters and rich donors who think they will win if he’s in power. Worse still the citizens, so called patriots, of this nation who claim to love this country and honor our rich history of change, raising the vibration of the world through developing a democracy that makes space for all but want to close the borders, imprison the black people and deport the brown people, if they’re not employing them for pennies on the dollar and then complaining that there are no good paying jobs.
What in the actual fuck do they tell themselves each morning to keep that bullshit foundation in place? How do they turn their back on the language of our Constitution while rallying around the 2nd amendment, as defined by the weapons available in the late 1700s as opposed to the reality of the war machines being made available at the corner gun store?
So, thank you for coming through to this moment with me. I realize that TFG is a sick fuck and a con man and a cheat. And, honestly, I don’t know what to call his followers except stupid and ignorant and hateful.
Ay, there’s the rub… If I reach into the dark, bile-filled recesses of my heart and invite hate to take the space that I’ve offered to compassion, empathy and love for all these years, I could well end up like one of his followers. I could learn to be so wholly focused on my wants and needs – that I forget I am a part, a very small part, of a greater whole – that needs us all to pull together in order for the U.S.A. to be all it could be, and in turn help the world become all IT could be.
Shit. I’mma need to pray, a lot.
Join me?
