In January of 2016, I had a series of unfortunate events that culminated in the loss of my job & a broken ankle. Hell of a way to start the new year of 2016, which it turned out was a shit year for a lot of people.
At first, I was held hostage by a cast and the inability to navigate myself around my house. Add the bonus round of winter in the Southern Rocky Mountains and we’re looking at a rocking good time in the sack.
As I lay in wait for healing and my next pain pill I slowly was drawn into the insanity of the 2016 Presidential election. I had seen “that crazy fuck” giving lip service to the contemplation of running for America’s #1 political position, and as many, I brushed off the actuality of that coming to fruition as little to none.
But as I slowly began to heal I watched in absolute mind-numbing denial, and somewhat amazement I must admit, that this crazy mother fucker was angling to make his incomplete & void ego whole by fucking with the sanctity of the political process of my very beloved America.
Each and every day I frantically flipped through the channels on my cable provider for affirmation or denial of the feelings of outrage and fear about the despot inclined New Yorker vying for the GOP nomination. For the most part, at the time, it was viewed both by the general population and the “man” himself as a long shot. But he got the nomination by the GOP and game was on.
Then the real insanity started. The DNC nominee Hillary Clinton was hit with one setback after another in what seemed like the worst luck ever experienced by a Presidential candidate. Add that to the email & Benghazi events which were seized upon by the unconventional child-like representative of the GOP and chaos ensued like none that had seen before this election.
The GOP nominee attacked the left in ways that brought no class or expected decorum in a Presidential race. There was name-calling, sexist comments, behavior unfit for even a 3-year-old and bullying on levels that left the majority of America speechless. The self-admitted respect towards a Dictator of one of America’s long-running adversaries troubled us as well. The average American of sane mind, manners, and true family values shook their head in disbelief but with the conviction that such “creature” would never pass mustard for any length of time.
But people could feel it in the air. Something was off. The vibe didn’t feel right and odd things were happening that didn’t make sense and we just couldn’t put our fingers on exactly what was amiss. Polling numbers seemed to belie the takeaway from news involving daily events but for the moment provided skeptical comfort. Everything just felt off about the 2016 election in the United States of America.
Then on November 8, 2016, the rumblings of inevitability that many had experienced through the last leg of the electoral process bore out. The crazy mother fucker won. The voters who cast their vote for his “rule” were unsatisfied buyers of the political status quo from which they cast their ballot. People didn’t think he would win they were just pissed off at the flow of politics under President Obama. They wanted change and they got it. Unfortunately so did the majority of Americans who did not wish to be dictated upon by such a clueless, self-impressed shadow of a man.
He didn’t win the popular vote. He won the electoral vote. The lack of popular support is still a thorn he bears, fresh scars and blood from recent and regular battle. Still, he won and the majority of America felt the black cloud of ignorance and greed moving in like a horrible storm on the horizon.
At first many hoped and even believed that his antics and boorishness displayed and witnessed during the campaigns. The depths of how wrong we were is yet to be measured or even quite possibly discovered much less explored for answers to questions that dark path has lead us down. Doubt surrounded us all dressed-up as fools among the crowd. Then we looked around.
We saw we weren’t alone in the dark and our sheer numbers could not be ignored. There were many lights down many tunnels and many choices that needed to be made. So like the Americans we were, solid red, white and blue, proudly holding our “Rights” we decided like hell that we’d simply give up and sit down.
We were going to fight and resist.