The thing is that a Trump presidency will drive the country into the ground. And that will take the wind out of the sails of his supporters. Of course, the country has to hit bottom for that to happen.
It won't matter. It won't fucking matter. From my limited experience of interacting with them on FB and Quora -- they will always, always find a reason to blame women and Democrats and POC for it. It's going to be our fault, 100%, always.
(And, God, I can't even bear to think of the gleeful cries from the far, far left [which I always thought I wholeheartedly identified with until this year] that if we'd only all voted for Bernie everything would be wonderful.)
Talked to my 88-year-old mom and she was almost crying, saying "This means they won't nominate another woman for 50 years."
I guess I will go to bed. The prospect of staying up and being miserable is starting feel worse than waking up in the morning and having that nauseating moment of hope/disbelief.
I'm wondering why I need to work on A Christmas Carol tomorrow. Clearly no one is paying attention to the message.
I don't know how I'm supposed to wake up in the morning and face my children.
I don't know how I'm supposed to wake up in the morning and face my children.
Matilda is sniffling and Emmett has been calling Hec about every five minutes in ever-renewing waves of fury and disbelief. And over on FB, I've got a teenage friend who is Black and bi and about to move to Florida because his dad is there and he can't afford NYC any longer, and he is panic attacking and no longer wanting to live because he feels so particularly, personally repudiated. What the fuck are we supposed to tell any of them?
DH is in a terrible state. I am numb. Just begging the universe to make MI and WI be Blue.
My son is going to be heart-broken when I tell him tomorrow.
