There were presidents day protests in Boston today. I would have joined them if I could, but I had to work. Today is a holiday that I don’t have off. Sucks. Not that I recognize the sitting president at all. The fascist states of america can have him, just keep his nazi ass out of my Massachusetts, please.
No Kings on presidents Day. Except maybe for the Los Angeles Kings, but that’s something completely different.
More than anything else, what I am feeling right now is just being mad at myself. Furious, even.
I had the audacity to actually feel a small amount of hope. Hope that we as a nation might be better than we were. What a fucking idiot.
Did I ever really think Kamala Harris was going to win this election? In our hate filled, racist, misogynistic cesspool of a nation? Probably not. Did I allow myself to hope that she’d win? Even for just a few minutes?
I did… like a fucking moron.
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