I was angry when The Orange Troglodyte™ won the election in November. That has gradually been replaced by exhaustion coupled with an overall malaise.
I should care. I want to care. But I mostly do not care.
Then the inauguration came and went and I tried like hell to spend the day ignoring every bit of it. Then one of my asshole friends sent a meme with The Orange Troglodyte™’s face emblazoned upon it - I closed the chat before I even bothered reading any words on said meme. I was fucking annoyed. Once I am annoyed I get more and more annoyed as the minutes and hours tick away.
I sat and I stewed. I replayed a conversation I’d had with that same friend as he tried to educate me on just why Kamala Harris lost the election. Some horseshit to do with people being angry about Palestine so they stayed home.
Cuz fuck everyone if we don’t help my particular group, amiright? Is how I heard the argument at the time.
As I sat there replaying this conversation in my head on inauguration day I st…
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