Post-Orange Menace and What It Means

 Two things I failed to mention in the first post I made to this shiny new blog:

1. I am fairly political.

2. I hate/d Trump.

How will these two facts impact my musings overall? 

I don't know. I am fairly unsure about what will make me want to write so there's a chance I will blather on about the world in which we live in a rage-y manner or possibly not. I said I'm complex or sometimes bipolar (I'm not making fun of anyone who suffers from this so please know I'm lampooning myself.) 

For the most part, there are way better outlets to get factual news other than my posts although I will not likely proclaim anything without facts to support my views. I still wouldn't recommend you to access my stuff to know what's what, particularly if you're conservative in your political views. 

Now, I do have conservative views myself about some things but way liberal on others (such as overall human rights, go love who you wanna, be who you are supposed to authentically be, do what you will to your body as long as you don't harm others, yadda, yadda, yadda). In the past failed attempts of keeping a written journal of my life, I have tried to refrain from any over extensive commentary about politics unless it's at the point where not mentioning something would make me seem fully out-of-touch and downright daft. So that all being said...

DING DONG DON IS DEAD!

No, no, don't run to the headlines to see if Donny Trump kicked the bucket. I mean, let's not lie here, if I heard that he had gotten some sort of flesh-eating disease or consumed by a pack of rabid wild dogs, I wouldn't necessarily be wearing black to mourn him. None of these things, alas, happened. He's alive and kicking it in Florida, continuing to create havoc, spreading his fucktardery far and wide. Moronic pseudo-dictator that he seems to believe he is but in actuality is only a raving lunatic who attracts more of the same cray cray as he, is still trying to retain power even while staring down the barrels of various investigations/litigations. He's doing him. And his followers are still following.

Of course, it's now February of 2021 and he's been booted out of the Oval Office a few weeks back leaving Biden to pick up the pieces of the shadow-like democracy we once enjoyed. I could go on and on speaking as to how much I love Biden and this new admin but that's not really useful simply because, at this point, a paper hat would have been better than the orange-tinted buffoon.   

What's life like in a post-Trump America? 

For me personally, I most certainly don't want to destroy the TV every other day anymore. I don't tune into the news obsessively just to witness the shitshow that America became nor marvel that we could have sunk so low as to have a leader like him, and more importantly, I don't have to regulate my blood pressure (no, I didn't really do this but it felt like it) anymore as I beheld the sheer glorious narcissistic incomprehensible ravings of that lunatic. Presently, I browse through headlines on my phone or turn on the news while folding laundry to catch up. It's kinda nice that I'm not always dealing with low-level anxiety in that form anymore. I mean, I have anxiety in all other forms but just not that.

But he, the former Idiot-In-Cheif left his mark and it's not pretty. 

As I said, being brown is an experience all unto itself and in the past 4 years, it's been so very disheartening as Trump gave space for such hateful rhetoric and actions. In darker moments, I looked around this country that gave me so much only to wonder how it had betrayed me so very badly. Those were indeed breath-taking moments full of tears and in a way, mourning.

But I'm not totally mad at Shitler for this. Surprised that I say this? Particularly when at times I felt nervous to go beyond the very liberal area I live? When I knew, down to my bone, that there were swaths of this country that would be restricted for me, downright threatening to my very person?

Truth be told, racism has always and always lurked in the dark recesses of this here great country. Um, let me backtrack, it's been pretty much out there front and center to be totally honest if one just looked. It never stopped existing despite the Civil Rights Movement. Ask any person of color you come across and they'll have a story or two for you regarding how they were treated like human garbage due to their color. Not fun (understatement of the year).

But a lot of y'all are convinced racism died somewhere along the way. Not sure how nor why,  considering we've had the internet around for quite a while so knowledge is at the tips of your fingers if you want to know. I mean some folks will look up a random recipe or pictures of nail fungus at the drop of a hat (me, I'm that person...) but when it comes to the ugly truths of the world? It's just too hard I guess because then caring will kick in or worse yet, guilt. Nope, racism is very present. What it did do is disguise itself as politically correct and socioeconomic chains. It has stayed alive in opportunities that POC don't have in education, work, life, etc. Thanks to cell phones, it's a bit more visible in the form of viral videos.  

But back to the Orange Shitgibbon...he gave free rein for closet racists to kick open the door, to be so comfortable with it, out loud, akin to a streaker during Sunday night football, and flash their hate alllll over the place. He lifted the proverbial rock to let them slither out. For the last 4 years, these bottom feeders roamed around freely feeling as if it was their time to shine while screaming, ironically enough, oppression and reverse racism. I mean...what? I mean white people...really? Oppression? Reverse racism? C'mon now.

But wait, don't leave thinking I'm about to bash all of you. I'm not. That isn't the point at all of this. I'm also not going to go on and on in assuring that I have white friends (because I do) and how amazing they are (because they are) nor how much they stand shoulder-to-shoulder with POCs (again, they do). What I will explain here is that Trump magnified something that should have been obvious if one was to simply look past their own lives: racism is still quite alive, living and breathing, as sadly horrifically multiplying. 

Post-Trump, we are a broken nation, without a doubt. Fractured and splintered. We are two sides screaming oppression at one another. Hate seems to live within our veins. And while this is terribly disheartening the very fact is, without bringing into the light the truth or acknowledging the problem, we will actually never be able to try and fix it. Am I silly enough to believe for a second that racism will one day disappear? Absolutely not. 

However, and here's where I reflect positivity, as the world continues to integrate, as people from different backgrounds continue to come together and create new colors in all shades in the form of procreation, the inevitable is that there will be more beige than anything else so racism will have less and less oxygen. Or maybe that's my hope. I do believe it'll be long after I'm but dust and one with nature for this to really happen. 

Anyhow, I'm not sure how many of us survived these past years with McTurd. He did quite a number to us. There's a bizarre sense of PTSD as well for many. But I figured, let me get this post out of the way so that if you don't live here, and are wondering, now you know.

Sending you all good Friday vibes, wherever you are!