I . . .
I don’t even know where to start.
Yesterday, by 10PM, I had a massive headache from crying happy tears.
I didn’t think I’d cry at all at first.
But then . . .
And I just want to clarify that I wasn’t being dramatic there. The sensation that hit when the election was called for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris wasn’t relief that they won.
It was relief that there really would be a cure for Coronavirus that we’d have access to for free. 2020 has been bad for everyone, but the heart of my personal canvas of nightmares was, “The cure will be found in another country and Trump will refuse to import it because Regeneron (or whatever big pharma company he was shilling for) had a cure ‘coming soon,’ and we needed to wait for it because ‘it will be so much better!’ (so Regeneron could profiteer off the pandemic).”
And just typing that makes me want to jump to the alternate reality where Trump won so I could join their rebellion.
That was an absolute nightmare scenario for me. The idea that the cure would be available, but a rich person would demand I pay $300 per dose after losing my job because of a pandemic they didn’t bother to control.
But now, I don’t have to worry about that.
I get to just live.
Sure, there are still the other problems on that nightmare canvas.
But what matters is that I feel like I can honestly start working toward fixing those problems. I won’t get close to finishing a novel just to find out that, on his third term, Trump has started rounding up all Hispanic people in ICE camps.
Okay. I don’t want to just dip into the negative again: the point is, the world really sucked two days ago, and I’m glad it’s not as huge a feast for vultures anymore.
But if there’s one thing I want to say here to everyone who reads this, it’s the scope of that title.
It’s Time to Keep Fighting
It would be so easy to check out. A part of me just wants to let the relief wash me away so I never have to think about numbers, maps, or the colors red and blue ever again.
But that is not the world we live in. It never has been. If we’ve learned anything from the past four years, let it be that.
This is a time to be diligent. To remember not only that Republicans adopted a fascist as their leader, but those same Republicans, who gleefully embraced hatred for money, are still out there.
I see people talking about how we need to be kind to Trump supporters.
No, we don’t.
It’s time for them to stop expecting the world to coddle them. Being nice and pampering them is the entire reason they feel comfortable screaming about not wearing masks. They get whatever they want–are born with so much privilege–that they think wearing a fucking mask is oppression. They need to lean to accept change and listen before screaming about what they want.
I’m not saying we need to go out and fight them. I know that many of us will have to try talking them down from the insane beliefs they’ve adopted (and my heart goes out to everyone who has Trumpers in their life–that weird inverse of “the talk” with your parents isn’t going to be fun).
But beyond that, they do not deserve our support or even our attention.
Our attention, from here on out, always has to be on fighting for our rights. We have to stay engaged with politics, encourage others to vote, help out however we can.
Right now, that means that we have to pay attention to the run-offs in Georgia. It sucks–I just want to never pay attention to another election ever again, but we cannot ignore this.
And if you live in Georgia, please consider going full grassroots with friends and family members who aren’t registered, and get them to vote.
I understand that this post is super weird for this site–I never get political on here.
However, I really needed to say all of this.
Because people have been bitching for years that, “Your vote don’t matter!” and, “They gonna elect who they gonna elect!” but, America, we just proved them wrong.
Take care, stay safe, and, remember that it’s okay to believe.