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I’m wearing out. And no, I’m not talking about lack of book sales (though that is true as well, but I can’t handle even talking bout that any longer), I’m talking about Trump. I think we’re all wearing out, on both side of the issue. It’s all day, every day.
We’re tired. We’re scared. We’re frustrated.
I like to have both sides of all issues. Therefore, I get tons of liberal news online. I listen to tons of conservative talk radio. A ton. Here’s what is the most obvious to me. They’re the same beast. Different battles, or at least, different sides of battles, but they both handle every situation the same. Mostly through fear and anger. Make people scared, make them angry. Oh, and then ask for money. (You’d think you were at church.) Being inundated by both is actually a little helpful. It helps you look past the fear somewhat, or at least be able to call a spade a spade. Although, it makes it harder to be on social media and see people spreading the propaganda (from both sides) who haven’t taken the time to research and have no idea that they sound as ridiculous as the people they’re blasting.
Let me just put this out there, I’m a Democrat, a relatively new one. When they finally changed their stance on gay rights, I changed my non-denominational (I know that’s not what it’s called, but I don’t remember the non-churchy way to say it) to Democrat. The recent Republican stance on gay rights confirmed my loyalty to my party once more. I’m not in love with Hilary, but I will be voting for her. In truth, I was more afraid of Ted Cruise and Ben Carson than I am of Trump. I think they truly believe the shit they spew. Trump is just an egomaniacal turd who will do whatever is needed to get power. However, I fear the rage and hate he brings out in people. So, there you have it. You know where I stand.
I see people on Facebook and some in real-life as well, cutting others out of their lives based on their political affiliation. More than ever before. Honestly I don’t worry about it in social media, I just hide people’s posts. However, I have cut many out in real life. If you can look at me, known me, and say you love me, then vote for a party that says I don’t deserve equality, I have no use for you. And I’m not interested in your reasons, though I’m certain some of them may be valid. The one exception to that? My immediate family. I’ll be the only one who votes Trump this fall, so it seems, of the people I love the most (boyfriend excluded). Most of their reasons are religious, a couple financial. But mostly religious. It’s one more reminder of why I’ve rejected religion and ‘God.’ A belief that teaches a person to deny their child or family equality is a fuckery. I know many who have cut out their family for this very thing. I can’t and won’t. I am willing to swallow this pill to continue to love my family. I known their love for me is beyond anyone else’s, as is mine for them. I know their beliefs come from a place of fear for mine and their salvation. There’s only so far you can pull a person out of that brainwashed belief. At times, I feel guilty that I don’t give others the same consideration I do these three or four members of my immediate family. But the truth of the matter is that I don’t love them enough to do so. I used to believe my love for others was infinite. At the time, I kinda think it was. I was THAT guy, who would give endlessly. Those days are gone.
As with many of posts, I don’t have an overarching theme or point. Just sharing an experience, and doing some journaling that I give you the option to read if you want.
I’m ready for November to be passed. I fear what it will bring. I don’t have much hope that Trump will loose, but remember, I’m a bitter bitch who’s seen the darker side of humans for a while now. So, I hope it’s just my jadedness speaking and not any sort of precognition. But, man, to not have to hear about the election every waking moment of every day. Won’t that be wonderful? Even if the people who I allow to share my life have been trimmed out even further.
Come on November. And, please, prove my worries wrong.
About Brandon WittBrandon Witt resides in Denver, Colorado. When not snuggled on the couch with his two Corgis, Dunkyn and Dolan, he is more than likely in front of his computer, nose inches from the screen, fingers pounding they keys. When he manages to tear himself away from his writing addiction, he passionately takes on the role of a special education teacher during the daylight hours.
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