Square Liberal In A Round Election Year

I loathe Donald Trump.  His political policies are vile, haphazard, and ultimately very dangerous for our country. He has assembled a Cabinet filled with highly unqualified, ludicrously wealthy, and out of touch lapdogs. The grammatical structure of his tweets resembles that of a defiant, drunken second grader, and please don’t even get me started on the bronzer situation. Nevertheless, I find myself unable, for the most part, to hate those that voted for him.

I assure you, I am no saint. My halo is not on straight. In fact, it’s damn near about to slide off my head and shatter into a billion pieces. I have a mouth on me and I’m not afraid to stick my foot in it. In the past, I have gotten into knock down political debates, going so far one time that I almost ruined a friendship over Mitt Freakin’ Romney. Today, I’d give a kidney to have Mr. 47% be my biggest problem in The White House.

My political leanings are far left.  If I had my way we would all have affordable access to healthcare, our public education system would not just be effective, it would be available in the same way to all students regardless of a school district’s tax base. We would ensure equality for persons of color, the LGBTQ community, the disabled, and the poor.  Unicorns and rainbows would be given away to every man, woman, and child. I’m looking for utopia, people.  Is that too much to ask? Well, it is.  It’s impossible, but I know we can do a whole hell of a lot better than we are currently doing and I don’t think THAT is too much to ask.

There are many of us that support these liberal ideals. It seems, though, that some of my ilk are adhering to a scorched earth policy regarding all Trump supporters. They must be dead to us lefties, no exceptions allowed. Sometimes it even feels like those of us that won’t shun his supporters are then viewed as being sympathetic to the cause of the racist, the bigot, the xenophobe.  We’re just as bad, if not worse.


According to Gallup, homeboy is not well liked.

Most of us in this country were none too happy when the Donald was elected President. He did, after all, fail the popularity portion of the presidential pageant by almost 3 million votes and currently has an approval rating hovering in the low forties.  Sure, that leaves a lot of people that do like him and, in that, a subset of people that are frothing at the mouth in sick joy every time he says something even vaguely racist or signs an executive order that marginalizes any group of people whose skin color is darker than Wonder Bread.  Those people can suck a pair of donkey balls.

I’m not saying the other ones that made Trump leader of our nation, a man voted Most Likely to Gold Leaf The Constitution in high school, haven’t done a terrible, terrible thing. They need to be grounded to their rooms for, like, EVER, or until we get a President that doesn’t use the word “bigly”. What I am saying is that shutting them out of our lives does nothing for any of us. It makes us all defensive and inflexible and angry. Minds are not changed, views are not softened, understanding does not take place when emotions like that take the lead. And, minds can be changed.  Read this story about how an admitted bigot changed how he felt about the refugee crisis by simply talking to refugees.


Yeah, what she said.

I understand the rage.  I understand the sadness.  I get it.  I also understand that maybe it’s a little easier for me, a straight, white, non-Muslim to have this kumbaya approach to things.  I’m aware that my near translucent skin affords me an ease in life that others don’t have, but I also have one of the millions of uteri that Paul Ryan is obsessed with controlling.  And, having two dead desmoid tumors in my left leg makes me one of the many people with pre-existing conditions that may possibly be without insurance one day thanks to the Republican desire to kill Obamacare.  I assure you, I am personally affected by this administration and I am pissed.

I will fight his policies, not just for my benefit, but for the benefit of my fellow humans who will suffer as well.  I will protest.  I will sign petitions.  I will make 5 Calls.  I will donate to Planned Parenthood, Southern Poverty Law Center, Human Rights Campaign, and American Civil Liberties Union. I will vote, even in those boring mid-term elections that no one seems to care about.  I will not fall prey to fake news.  Come on, people, research the stuff you post! I will stay informed, no matter how much it makes me want to crawl under the covers and eat peanut butter straight from the jar. I have to, for me and for you, and I need you to do it, too.

Trump supporters, we’re probably not going to be talking politics anytime soon and there will be days when I am shooting you the bird in my head as I think of you. You will be showered with “I told you so!” and “What did you think was going to happen?” someday.  I am going to mercilessly mock your guy as long as there is breath in my body, but I will do everything I can to not hate you and not turn my back on you.  I refuse to let a man like this, so intent on separating us by religion, skin color, and yearly income, turn me into a carbon copy of him.  If that makes me less of a liberal in the eyes of some, then so be it. As long as it makes me more of a human, then I’m alright with that.

*Featured Image Courtesy of The Glad Stork