Just a quickie to say that grief is a bitch, and Kamala is not brat. She is cringe. And she can take Oprah, Julia, Meryl, J. Lo and whoever else with her to the loser’s table in November.
The fact that human beings I know and love are actually going to vote for this hot mess continues to boggle my mind and distract me from the loss of my mom and dad. I guess that’s a blessing, right?
When Kamala got excited spraying her word salad all over Oprah, when she scooted forward in her seat and gestured even more animatedly, it was so—I mean what is another word for cringe?
Okay so my subtitle up there is going to get me in trouble. I mean my beloved hubby, who has been sooooo supportive through the deaths of my parents. I would be utterly lost without him. Of course we threw politics aside in the past few weeks. There was no room for any conflict between us.
And the grief keeps coming, which is a weird experience, like socially, culturally sanctioned depression. Like the first day after my mom’s memorial I had to take a muscle relaxer just to turn myself off. The weight of the loss, even though I had a complicated relationship—especially with my mom—right up till the end, the grief, or the pain, or the whatever—shook me. Scared me. And I am used to emotional pain. I am a gold medal wallower. I know how to ride a downward spiral. I surf that shit to the bottom of the snake pit and I lay there daring the light to filter through and rouse me. I eat depression for breakfast.
Not to brag or anything.
This was worse. Maybe it still is. Because it’s almost like it’s outside of you. Pulling you into it whether you like it or not. I mean who would like it? A true masochist maybe. Grief assaults you. Depression kind of entices you. Me. Anyway.
So, thank God for the train wreck that is Kamala. May she televise her bimbo brain for all to see. May all the proud owners of Kamala lawn signs around my neighborhood witness her on television making a fool of herself—and of them.
The problem of course is that, like I used to, Democrats stick their heads in the sand. They won’t hear anything negative you have to say about their candidate. They’re like La la la la la! With the hands over the ears. But the second the media misconstrues a Trump quote, or misrepresents an unfortunate abortion story, they’re all ears. This is why you can’t change minds, Brother. All you can do is hope they see for themselves.
So many gears and levers are already pulled to the left—First you have to get them to see you, the messenger, as someone who is not racist, or stupid or duped. Then you have to convince them that Trump is not a threat to democracy, and that he does not lie all the fricking time. Then you have to show them how the Democrats are liars and hypocrites.
Too many gears, Brother. That’s maybe why it almost feels like a spiritual awakening when you do see the truth, finally, after years of voting blue.
Thank you Kamala for being so Kringe. Keep it up, idiot.
Trump 2024 🇺🇸
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Mrs. M.,
When you have a chance, I recommend that you listen to or watch Megyn Kelly’s Episode 895 from Sept. 20. It will comfort and delight you. She and fellow journalist Maureen Callahan demolish Kamala, Oprah, and their fancy celebrity friends. Then Megyn goes after Big Daddy Walz for his childhood transitioning policy that enables kids to become wards of the state in order to liberate them from their transphobic parents.
A word of support regarding the progressives in your life: we can’t help them. There’s no hope of their seeing through the ideological fog that tells them Kamala is a competent person. She has to be competent, because they have no other choices. All other choices were removed from the ballot for them.
Besides, anything, even a department store mannequin, would be better than Trump. Remember January 6th? Etc. And oh yeah, GIRL POWER!
My parents’ deaths were a rite of passage, which is ongoing. There’s only so much we can learn at any given moment, but death makes life real. The stakes are obvious and inevitable. I think I’m becoming a better person for it.
The tidal wave of pain will subside as you absorb the wisdom of that wave. Then you will surf on it and go someplace new. You probably already have.
Please accept my sympathies, and keep writing.
Tell me how you really feel!! Love it!
Same with many in my family.
My struggle is trying to respect them when they won't dig into the inconsistencies between what they say they believe and what their candidates actions are bringing to reality in our nation. Trans, Title IX and women's rights seems to be the most obvious.