Well…Fascinating.

So. That just happened. That really, really happened, didn’t it? Go figure. Amazing.

Part of me says, “I don’t believe it…I can’t believe it…” The deeper, darker, cynical, and completely honest part of myself says, “Of course this happened. It was practically foretold. You could have bet money on this shit-show and won a fucking mint.”

This farce of an election is why I have little respect for, or trust in, most people.

It is one of many reasons why I have few acquaintances and even fewer friends. For one thing, I read people like books. I meet people, size them up, pull them apart and pick through their guts. I listen to what people say, but with more than my ears. I read between the lines others lay out and observe their body language. I watch their patterns.

I can read a room the moment I set foot in it, and that’s why I prefer being outdoors more often than not. The negativity of others is palpable and stifling. Phony smiles are all too obvious. Fake people with dead, botoxed, plastic faces nauseate me but being honest and saying so is considered “judgmental” by those self-same liars. How amusing that they are judgmental of me because I gave them an honest answer to their self-absorbed questions.

The result of this presidential election is just another example of how hate-filled, ignorant, irrational, and hypocritical whites really are. This is the result of people being insanely fucked in the head simply because a Black man was in the White House for eight years.

I’ve seen the sheer evil people are capable of doing to others. I’ve seen people’s lives destroyed from the spiteful actions of selfish people who couldn’t put honesty and honor before the false front of a family name or legacy.

I can safely say that my conscience is clear. I cast my vote, even though it didn’t go the way I’d hoped. I have always done my best to be part of the solution and not part of the problem. That will never cease. I never made plans to move to Canada, because there’s no need. I was born in this fucking country and I’ll fight like hell for my little piece of quiet. Don’t bother me and I won’t bother you. Come at me with your ignorant shit and I’ll rip your fucking face off.

Like me? Great. Hate my guts? I don’t give a shit. Assume what you wish about me. You will always be wrong. If you want to know me or something about me, then ask a genuine question. If you want to be ignorant and rhetorical, please don’t waste my time. I’m going to be busy.

It’s going to be a long four years and I have much to get done. Time to get that armour on and wade back into the fray.

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