by Andrew MacDonald
Every generation has a national tragedy that unifies them.
But what do we do when a national tragedy divides us?
Every man, woman, child, and all those in between will remember that tragic night,
The night of Eight Eleven. It’s day before month, right?*
Hatred brought a great unequivocal loss for everyone.
The lucky ones escaped to Canada.
The slightly-less-lucky ones will be kicked out before it hits the fan.
Everything that is good in this country died, in the name of making it
great again.
A woman ran for President that day.
Almost a thing to celebrate. Turns out tokens aren’t aerodynamic.
It doesn’t matter who she is or what she’s done. You don’t have to like her.
But anyone who votes against the woman must be hateful.
It’s sexism; plain and simple.**
The ballot was a multiple-choice quiz, and America failed.
Civil rights died that day.
It’s not clear how, but that’s what they tell me.
Women lost the rights to their own bodies, I’ve been told.
White Male Privilege to Presidency was supposed to be over.
No decent human being should still be voting for one of those.
Didn’t the midwest get the memo?
If only people in the dumb states paid more attention to people in the smart states…
At least California gets to go up in a blaze of smoke, just as it always wanted.
Silver linings?
*European date format is day before month.
**Catchphrase used by Dr. Megan Boler in a seminar at C.S.U.C.I. Nov 10, 2016.
