Can you feel it, America? Everyone, no matter what their political beliefs may be, seems to be in a constant state of fear. The never-ending tension in the air is at an all time high. No good can come from this.
We democrats worry about the end of freedom and democracy as we know it, because there are forces at work to turn this country into a fascist, violent, racist, misogynistic, controlling, Handmaid’s Tale type of state. And as far as I can tell, republicans are afraid that they will be washed out to sea by a wave of rapists and murderers pouring across the borders, hellbent on stealing their jobs at all the slaughter houses and bean fields, which will make it easier for all babies to be slaughtered at birth by government sanctioned medical professionals, and no one will be able to rescue them from this fate because gas will cost 25 dollars a gallon.
I don’t know about you guys, but this whole presidential clusterf**k is making me physically ill. My stomach is in knots, and I feel continually nauseated. The bar is being set so low that we are forced to have to dig to even find it. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t live in a constant state of terror.
I have always been one to stay informed, but it occurs to me that my decision regarding who to vote for (ANYBODY but Trump) is cast in stone. My ability to change the minds of people who are going to vote for Trump is, essentially, nil. As far as I know, I have never changed anyone’s mind about anything in my entire life.
I’d like to think I’m an activist and a change-maker. I really would. But I can’t remember the last time I actually got off my a$$ and protested or did anything that makes any difference whatsoever. Who gets elected is completely out of my control, aside from casting my vote, which I most definitely will do.
What is the point of destroying my sanity and health in the meantime? What I’ve decided to at least try to do is stop listening to the political news. I already know how they make their steaming, putrid pile of political sausage, and I don’t want to eat it anymore.
I know what you’re going to say. That’s what they want me to do. They want me to remain blissfully ignorant so they can move right in and take control without resistance. I hear you. I do. But I don’t think I’m ignorant. In fact, I think I know all too much. Things are already so freakin’ bad that discovering that they’re worse has diminishing returns. I can’t get more fearful for this country’s future than I already am. I have reached my limit.
I will still encourage people to vote, but I can’t let these f**kers control my level of anxiety anymore. I am going to try to remain in a political cone of silence until after the election. I have to. Otherwise this situation could very well kill me.
I have always found it impossible not to speak out when I see injustice. I have always been one of the first people to point out that the emperor has no clothes. Valuing integrity is in the very fiber of my being. So I may not be able to keep this news blackout up for very long. But I have to try.
If you can think of a better alternative for me, I’m open to suggestion. But if not, then let’s talk politics again in 2025. Until then, fingers crossed, passport up to date, and stomach protected. There are plenty of other things to blog about.

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