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…” But, you know what? 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 and won a fucking mint.”
This is why I have little respect for, or trust in, most people. This is why I have few acquaintances and even fewer friends. 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 not necessarily with my ears…I’m more inclined to use my eyes. I read between lines and observe body language. I follow 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 to obvious. Fake people with dead, botoxed, plastic faces nauseate me – but me being honest and saying that is considered “judgemental.”
The result of this presidential election is just another example of how hate-filled, ignorant, irrational, and psychotic people 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, first-hand and up-close, the sheer evil people are capable of doing to others. I’ve seen people’s lives destroyed from the spiteful actions of selfish, self-absorbed 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, not part of the problem – and that will never cease. I never made plans to move to Canada, because there’s no need. I was born in this fucking country – that makes it mine. 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. It’s that gawddamned simple, for me.
Like me? Great. Hate my guts? I don’t give a shit. Assume what you wish – you will always be wrong. If you want to know me, ask me something real. If you want to be ignorant or rhetorical, then 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.