Whelp… After today… I’m really not sure of anything anymore.
I’m both horribly afraid and a teensy bit morbidly curious what will happen next.
I’ve read some books that shared a similar plot with the historical insanity that occurred today on Capitol Hill. Watched some movies in this genre too. They’re never really happy stories and the endings are often tear soaked and bloodstained. So I am genuinely unsure of what is going to happen next.
Either way it goes I feel like I’m gonna experience a new level of emotion from it all.
Not sure exactly what emotion it will be as of yet. But its brewing.
It could be a whole new level of Sad located on the emotional spectrum just above “Any sad opening from a Disney movie when you just know the important family member is going to die and you helplessly fall in love with the endearing doomed character even as you watch the foreboding imaginary red timer above their head steadily counting down to the very second they will inevitably perish” and below “That scene in Titanic when the ship is sinking and it suddenly cuts from the rich white privilege panic attack on deck to the sad heartbroken resignation of the lower class stuck deep below as they huddle with their families to quietly accept death together because they know their social standing will not get them a spot on a life boat” on the emotional spectrum.
OR.
And I can’t say this more emphatically, OR It could, instead of some new form of sad, be an entirely different emotion and come as a whole brand spanking new level of mad.
It will be halfway between a new take on “Eating gamma rays for breakfast as an unlikable angry rage monster bellowing monosyllabic words about how angry I am and what destructive actions I’m going to use to do something about it!” And the unmistakable hellfire fury that consumes a person upon stepping full weight down on a Lego brick camouflaged in the misleadingly fibrous carpet flooring and then consequently tripping and stubbing my toe on a nearby piece of furniture.
The world as I know it, from my very limited viewpoint of my American life, has changed. Maybe forever.
I was never happy or pleased with the current president (2 weeks or less to go now depending on how it goes after today) but even when he was lying out his ass I thought he knew the lines he shouldn’t cross and for the most part it seemed that as long as you ignored him and let him scream and throw his tantrum, like the baby he so closely mimics the behavior of, he eventually tires himself out and ultimately falls asleep face down in his Mickey D’s chicken nuggies.
January 20th can’t come fast enough. I just hope this wasn’t the opening act for what is still yet to come on the inauguration day.
So to Mr Almost No Longer President I hoist my own banner…
Thanks to anyone who read this. I appreciate you letting me get that off my chest. Sometimes a bitch just wants to rant for a sec.
You all are the best! Woo!
Stay safe in this weird and whacky time.