the mourning after

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I went to bed at 11:30 because it was obvious that hell was freezing over.

The worst has happened. The “secret” Trump voter was a real thing. And while I am numb and terrified, I am not stupid–there is an entire country of people who have felt underrepresented, and they went to the polls and cast their vote for someone who spoke to them (in the same 25 words, and clipped sentences). He made promises, and insulted women, and minorities, and intelligence, and fairness and democracy, and he won the presidency.

I want to tell you that I understand, but I don’t. I want to tell you that things will be ok, and that there is nothing to worry about. I want to get up today with a sense of optimism and excitement. But I am terrified of a man who does not represent ANY of my ideals, who hates me because I’m a female; a man who is a racist and a narcissist, who is as impulsive as a three year old, and who thinks climate change is a joke. These are facts, not my editorialization.

How can this end well?

Gratitude to all of those people who worked to elect Hillary. I thank you for trying to keep the country sane. And now I’m going to pray, and try and accept what feels totally and utterly unacceptable.