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You’re Damn Right I’m Angry

“You’re so angry.”

Yes, I am.

I need you to know why.

I’m angry that you willingly voted for a vile, predatory ignoramus who said the most despicable things about women just two weeks before the election.

I’m angry that you voted for him after he encouraged his followers to rough up rally protestors and said he could shoot someone in the street and not lose supporters.

I’m angry that you voted for him after he was endorsed by the KKK and courted the most extreme fringes of the white supremacist movements in America.

I’m angry that you ignored Hillary Clinton’s experience, intelligence, and character, to give away the nation’s leadership to a guy who filed bankruptcy numerous times and left an endless trail of unpaid vendors and broken promises.

I’m angry that you were going to vote for him no matter how repugnant he showed himself to be or how ignorant he was of the most fundamental aspects of the Constitution or how incapable of complex thought he obviously was—simply because he was Republican.

I’m angry that ever since voting for him, you’ve excused a million lies, incendiary tweets, abuses of power, denials of science, and race-baiting tweets that have endangered hundreds of millions of people.

I’m angry that you’ve turned your head or shrugged your shoulders at children in cages, “both sides” false equivalencies, sh*thole country contempt, assaults on natural resources, and anti-immigrant rhetoric.

I’m angry that you excused away, rationalized, or even ignored a willing recklessness in the face of a public health emergency, that has left 170,000 Americans dead, with no plan to help us prepare for the even more difficult season ahead because he is unwilling and unable to lead.

I’m angry that right now while cities are burning and our infected racial wounds are fully exposed, he’s inciting violence and encouraging civil war and weaponizing his power—and that you’re wagging your finger at protestors and putting up pictures of your beach trips and family gatherings because you’re ignoring it all and hoping it never affects you.

I’m angry that I attended church with you and know the prayers you pray and the songs you sing and the Jesus you claim to follow—and realize you were lying or you’re that far gone.

I’m angry at your phony “all lives matter,” “thoughts and prayers” platitudes that allow you to feign empathy and impersonate grief, while doing nothing to engage those bringing violence to vulnerable communities, because you voted for them.

I’m angry that you’ve repeatedly watched black people being executed in the street, and you’ve responded with the same character assassination and irresponsible stereotypes and dehumanization that he has.

I’m angry that my children are growing up with this malevolent ugliness as their president, and that every day I have to try and make sense for them, something that makes no sense—except that a good portion of this nation is as racist and hateful as he is, and that we’re in one of the saddest chapters of our nation’s story.

And I’m angry because I realize that despite all of these things, despite how horribly he has conducted himself and how little regard he’s shown for diverse human life and how injurious he’s been and how aware you are of his grievous sins—you still support him.

Yes, I’m angry but I’m not angry at Trump. He’s been as advertised.

I’m angry at you because I thought you knew better.

I’m angry at myself because I thought I knew you better.

I was wrong on both counts, and yeah that pisses me off.

I’m angry because racism is going viral and hatred is having a renaissance and compassion is facing extinction.

I’m angry because decent people don’t feel safe here and because they aren’t safe here.

I’m angry because our republic is broken.

I’m angry because the world pities America.

I’m angry because they’re right to pity us.

And most of all I’m angry because you’re not angry about any of it.

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