Why I’m Not OK

A dear friend asked if I was OK…

Sigh, the truth? Am I OK? No, I’m not.

I have perspective built from having lived 71 years, having learned and studied the lessons history has to teach us. I am educated, experienced in political protest, and knowledgeable about how government works thanks to my graduate studies in Political Theory.

I am not willing to compromise anymore by trying to make people feel good about themselves when they voted for Trump but complain it’s unfair for people like me to accuse them of being racist hate-mongers. They voted for a complete package that includes lies and real threats to all I hold dear.

As this transition period unfolds, Trump is dipping into an ultra-conservative, theocratic, hate-mongering pool of REPUBLICAN INSIDERS AND LOBBYISTS – exactly who he *promised* not to tap – to head up crucial areas of government: welfare, education, human rights, the justice department and more.

It’s just beginning. Trump by himself is a moronic joke, a pimple on the ass of the universe. A Trump government, with the full authority to roll back all the strides taken in pursuit of equality and justice, is now a reality not a one of us should have allowed to happen.

History has much to teach us: this piece about the differences between Churchill and Chamberlain should give every thinking American pause.

History does indeed repeat itself when willful ignorance and false prophets join hands in common cause.

Those who claim they are *not* racist or bigots, or homophobes, or misogynists… who claim they had *other* reasons, good and valid reasons to elect a man who is so vile by any standards of decency, a man who has comported himself throughout his life with no other goal than to satisfy his own whims, a man who is unstable, ephemeral and out-of-control on the largest stages… a man who made vague promises that are already strewn on the floor of expediency as the puppet masters behind this foul joke belly up to the trough of American ignorance, complacency and underlying hate… those voters *knew* all this and yet… yet… they *still* voted for the full package.

It’s not a Chinese menu, this voting process, choosing to support this and ignore that because it speaks to your narrow *special interests*.

Voting is for the WHOLE DAMN PACKAGE.

You knew what he was. The evidence was there, has been there all along. You ignored it. You voted. You put in place the means, the energy, the commitment to deny the most fragile, most at risk of our citizens their basic human rights.

It’s not just what Trump “believes” or says, it’s how he acts. The fox is in the hen house. The slaughter has just begun.

This is on you. It’s time to own your own culpability and your responsibility for what is already unfolding.

No amount of kumbaya and amelioration, no calls for unity or “understanding” your side of why you choose to terrify and damn your friends, your neighbors—even members within your own family—will ever excuse you legitimizing what has already become a reign of terror on women, LGBT, black, Muslim, immigrant, poor, and the sinking middle class’s most basic human rights.

We raised a generation where acts have no consequences, where getting a blue ribbon for showing up *trumps* sacrifice and commitment to the future. With one broad stroke, you have changed the shape of an America that good men, worthy men lived and died to protect. You dishonor them all.

That New World Order is here. And you, dear voter, have unleashed the Hounds of Hell.

The world is watching. Congratulations. America is great no longer.

#NotMyPresident #WeDontGoBack

About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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