The Election

Well, it’s over.  There are about a hundred things that are over for me.  My idea of America as a nation of freedom is over.  Any hope I had left in humanity as a broad concept is over.  The last bit of attachment I have to my homeland is gone.

The nation has gone and elected the least-qualified man in history to its highest office.  I’m writing this at 3:40 in the morning because the stupidity of my species has taken sleep from me, among the hundred other things I mentioned.

I, as a straight upper-middle-class white male, am terrified by the people around me.  I can only imagine what the individuals who aren’t those things are feeling.  This season has had me feeling genuine existential dread like never before.

I’ve always been a pessimist, but even I didn’t think this was going to happen.  The country that was supposed to be mine as much as anyone else’s has consistently denied reality as well as insulted progress, science, art, and the general ideas of intelligence and moral intelligence.

Fuck you if you supported Donald Trump in any way.  Be it by ignorance or evil, you have made the world a worse place and deserve the label villain.  He has no respect for anything past his own skin.  You won’t hear any of this ‘it’s time to accept it’ rhetoric from me.  There is no accepting this.  The rational mind rejects this.  Even now my body rejects it as I fight the urge to vomit.

In recent years certain moral truths have become obvious to all those who aren’t evil: there’s nothing wrong with being gay, bisexual, or transgender.  Religion is a thing that would be silly if it didn’t destroy so many lives.  The planet and its inhabitants are dying solely because of us.  If you contest any of these things you are the bane of civilization.

I will be moving soon, out of this country.  I now hope to never return.  The human species is not a good one.  People are not good.  When given the chance they will hoist tribalism, dogmatism, fear, and hysterical masculinity above all else.  All that is left to us now is the little things.  People are bad, but perhaps you can find the occasional person who is good.  If you do, cherish them.  Sneak about between the throngs of murderous, racist, gun-toting, misogynistic, knuckle-dragging goons and whisper your love and appreciation to each other in the hope they don’t overhear.  Make no mistake; your existence offends them.

These thoughts had to get out so that sleep might return, but they won’t change with the coming of the daylight.  I am so sickened by my own kind that never again will I view the species as an entity capable of reform.  If any good ever happens it will be either coincidence or the determination of someone as doomed as I who succeeded in upending instinct for a brief moment.  I say once again: cherish those you love, for they are all you will ever have.


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