It’s the eve of Election Day, and I’m beyond fed up. The endless barrage of hate and bullshit coming from Trump and his ass-kissing lackeys is sickening. In my bittersweet lifetime, nobody has done more to piss off everyone than that poor excuse for a man. He has no redeeming qualities. There’s a collective anxiety in the air that is so thick and smelly that you must slice it with a knife to make it flush.
It’s now Tuesday. I don’t have much hope for a good outcome, but crazier things can happen. I expect the worst. I’ve never voted. Until now. I’m a proud radical left-wing lunatic. I registered to vote decades ago but never did. It no longer matters. It’s always been us against them. We know who we are, but they, or them, are the clear and obvious danger to us, we the people. The billionaire's club doesn’t care about you hicks, cowboys, or schlub outsiders looking in at the star-studded gala of Lady Gaga, Oprah Winfrey, Hulk Hogan, Obama, Bud Light, or Kid Rock. It might play well with the rubes in Trumpland, but those fuckwads don’t give a rat's ass about you. It’s that exclusive club you want to join, but they’ll never accept you.
So, we wait for the results to arrive. We will know tonight, tomorrow, or maybe next month. Nobody gives a damn about the truth anymore. How much longer before the whole crappy house of cards comes tumbling down? What’s four more years? Living in this country and putting up with this nonsense all the time. Four more years of this will be a cakewalk. It’ll be over soon enough. My vote was a solid fuck-you to the void, the man in the moon. A middle finger spitting in the eye of fascists masquerading as decent family values and the American Dream.
Okay, it’s over. Almost instantly. Who could believe the white power structure of the old white billionaire patriarchy would allow a woman to have any power, over them, especially a woman of diverse ethnic heritage? No way in hell will these guys ever relinquish power to that woman, or any woman. They must settle for the same old horseshit. Business as usual in America. Getting played by some two-bit, two-time hustler. Business is brisk in the boneyard. There are plenty of regrets and missed opportunities. Call them mistakes. How many times can a billionaire fuck stuff up? Call them what they are. Fuck-ups! That could be the best way to get through the days and nights without feeling any guilt or regrets. Now I can finally relax and return to the days of my youth, when I didn’t feel anything for the religion of politics and never saw the separation of church and state. Ever. Half the country believes a failed businessman can save them.
We tolerate the intolerance and deal with the incontinent. H.L. Mencken said over a century ago, “As democracy is perfected, the office of the president stands for, more & more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great & glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and the White House will be occupied by a downright fool & a complete narcissistic moron.” My wife told me the other day that the good old boy system of white supremacy would never allow a woman to rule over men. Especially an intelligent one.