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Politics!!!!

My next post is going to be about my first job and recent photos I’ve seen and the therapy dream that followed that!! Aren’t you excited?!

I have so much tried to not talk about politics in here because I get so riled up! I hate that feeling. It’s not a good adrenaline type feeling. 

However!!!!! It’s your lucky day!!! Put on your party hat, grab an alcoholic beverage of your choice, mine is an Amaretto Sour, put your judgement on pause, and let me address something:

I didn’t start paying attention to politics until I was probably 21-22 years old. My own kids have always been involved in politics, they watch all the debates, they fact check ( which, if we are honest here, it’s just us, nobody will know if you’re honest, is a full time job, these days) and I love that! I love that my youngest son can blow most adults out of the water with hoe much he knows, his actual grasp on his own opinion and his fascination with what the fuck this crazy train is gonna do next.

I was much too busy being a teen mom, working and just plain not giving two fucks. I was just glad to not be praying for the Republican to win because my grandparents said so.

The very first time I voted has to have been 1992? Clinton v Dad Bush? Ya, pretty sure, could ho look but why start being productive now? 

I voted for Clinton. I wasn’t thrilled by the Gulf War. I registered at the local mall, I got my yard sign, placed in the yard of my very first home AND won $50 from a radio station for registering! 

Then....... ( dark piano music) The whole, depends on what your definition of the word is is, bullshit came up.

Let’s get one thing straight. Bill Clinton had an affair. I have NO moral high ground to stand on. None. Except that, I’m  not now nor was I the President of the United States. I wasn’t held to those standards and I wasn’t the beacon of light that the leader of the free world is supposed to be.

His fucking lying about everything pissed me off. His treatment of a 22 year old woman who thought she was in love when suddenly she was finding herself being slut shamed and her legacy becoming a blow job and a cum stain on a blue dress, while he stood by and not only watched that happen but allowed it to, infuriated me. 

As a side note, any type of back door secret behavior opens up the possibility for foreign leaders to blackmail a president and anyone else involved and in the muck of deception.

1996...... I voted for Bob Dole.

Here is my point. Even as a relatively young adult, I had standards by which I expected, perhaps naïvely, the leader of the free world to adhere too. I wasn’t loyal to the D or the R that stood by their name. I expect a calm, intelligent, competent, brave, thoughtful, reliable, stable, confident and qualified person to be that beacon of light. To represent the Greatest Country in the World. The leader of the free world to be someone we can be proud of.

And so, when Bill Clinton became a lying, laughingstock, I said “no, thank you” the only way I could. I voted.

What astounds me and leaves me speechless is how in 30 years that concept has been cashed in for an (R). No matter if the guy is an accused rapist( even his wife accused him) lies 20 times per day, fucks porn actors, admittedly commits sexual assault by grabbing pussy, brushes off our military being killed for bounty, asking on live tv for the Russians to help him( and,hmmmm ironically they did that very same day), brags about lying about COVID-19,.......... And I don’t have all night so I can’t list them all.....

But none of those change the mind of his supporters because (R). 

200,000 dead. Republicans couldn’t stop investing Hillary over 3. But 47% of this country thinks that 200,000 dead is an acceptable number. 

If I wasn’t living it I would have gone on not understanding how it was possible for a Nazi Germany to rise. But I see the hate. I read the words. I saw a Colorado Senator say “ The only good Democratic is a dead one” and how did I see it? The president of the United States retweeted it.

I was mad that a guy asked what the definition of is is. It lost my vote.

This is a dark time in history. The first time ever that we are banned from entering other countries. That world leaders laugh at us and show their disgust for us. We are not a shining beacon. We are a burning ember. And we deserve it.

Tracy