So There I Was

Sitting on a boat in the middle of the Atlantic

When the United States decided to lose its fucking mind.

Sure, dude is a rapist¹ and a racist² and generally a bad human³ and a terrible business man⁴ and he insults those of us who served⁵ and he’s a traitor⁶ and a coward⁷, but… well, at least he isn’t the black lady?

I know that was a bit of a run-on sentence, but we both know I could have kept going a lot longer than even that.

As I laid there numb talking with my wife - a twenty-six year Air Force retiree - also numb, trying to figure out how a country we love could so openly embrace - AGAIN - a man who hates any american he deems other.

As the day went past and the knot in my stomach subsided it was replaced with anger. I was violently angry in a way I had not anticipated. I was glad to be isolated from most of the world, heading west at a few nautical miles per hour. It kept me safe from my own demons. Aside from one incident that ended with a fan of the Orange Troglodyte™ skulking away dumbfounded and with his feelings a little hurt I…