Today I Woke With a Bruised Heart

As if I really ever fell asleep

I feel like someone I loved died.

In fact, it feels exactly like this. You wake up feeling bruised, because you really didn’t sleep. You want to vomit. You don’t know how to go forward.

I wrote this on FezBook:

Here’s who I will not forgive:

anyone who willingly voted for the orange pustule.

Anyone who chose to vote third party or not vote for president at all, as Kamala Harris was not the perfect unicorn, who could not, with the wave of her magical VP wand, heal what is wrong in the Middle East and make Netanyahu come to heel. Anyone who wanted to vote for a woman, but not that woman.

Here’s who is happy: Netanyahu, Putin, MBS, the billionaire tech bros., the christofascists.

People who are now pontificating about “the lessons democrats need to learn,” can also go fuck right off.

Are the militias that were all armed and slavering over an opportunity to “fight for t***p” disappointed they don’t get to go marauding? Does Chekov’s gun apply here?

Here’s who I’m concerned about: just about everyone, but especially people who t***p has targeted: Black people, Brown people, LGBTQ people. Women.

Need a clue about how bad it could get? Read The Handmaid’s Tale, The Hunger Games, 1984, The Stand, It Can’t Happen Here; any of the dystopian fiction that used to be so popular before it became reality. Or will these books be removed from the library shelves because they might cause unrest.

He has no guardrails this time. No adults left in the room.

I weep for our future.