well, son of a bitch
Trump won. After an incompetent, energyless campaign fueled by hatred, spite, and bigotry, a few thousand jackasses in Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, and Michigan decided to elect Trump president.
If I were a betting man, I'd probably be out a substantial amount. The Democrats looked like they had this one in the bag, and Trump's campaign looked weak. The vibes were there. But vibes don't win elections, I guess.
There's a thousand and one things we can blame it on. Should she have been harder on Israel? Softer? Should she have appealed to labor more, instead of making constant concessions towards the right? Would any of that matter, if America was never going to elect a black woman in the first place? It's a Rorschach test, as most elections are. In the absence of a definitive analysis, people are just going to see the issues they care about reflected back at them. Surely, if she ran on bringing back the gold standard, it would've been a blowout!
But hell, none of that matters now. We get four more years of an incompetent fascist stripping the copper wire out of the country and putting his boot on the neck of people I care about. God damnit. Everything was already fucked, and I was under no illusion that Harris was going to fix it, but now shit's just going to get worse and worse.
I can tell, from what a lot of people are writing about the election, that people want hope. Hell, I want hope. But if you want hope, you're never gonna find it in politics. You've got to accept that the ruling class will continue to do as they will, running the world into the ground, and live your life in spite of them.
Right now, I want you to breathe in. Hold it. Breathe out. There. That's proof that you're alive. The bastards haven't won yet. You can still act. You can still choose. Tonight, I want you to go into the woods, where nobody can see or hear you. No phone. No proof that you were ever there. And then... Just act. Do what you want. Scream. Break things. Smoke enough weed to bring yourself into unity with the trees and the plants. I don't care. It's none of my business. It's none of anybody's business. That's all yours. Nobody can take it away from you, or tell you what to do with it. Society is unfair, and brutal, and cruel to people who just want to live their lives in peace. But you still have yourself, your body. That is yours. No matter what they say, no law can take that away from you. I wish you had more. But you have that.