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I was speechless as well. America has been in denial about it’s ugly underbelly for so long that this day was inevitable. I kept telling my friends, years before this happened that it was going to get worse before it got better, and now they see what I mean. This is literally the end of democracy in this country. It was a long time coming and most folks are going to feel like they’ve been hit with a ton of bricks when they finally realize what their blind and irrational fear drove them to vote for.
I know. I don’t know what to say though. Tomorrow I will wake up knowing that that pigfuck imbecile will be the president. Oh look, the words are coming.
Surreal doesn’t cover it. Terrifying doesn’t as well. I am confused from lack of sleep. A new era begins.
I know! I am feeling positively pre-Nazi
This isn’t the country I thought it was. I’m so ashamed.
I’m ashamed and I’m not even American. I feel Japanese eyes looking at the white man and thinking
It may sound frivolous, but today I received two samples of Lonesome Rider in the mail (I loved the scent but ordered another sample for a second trial run before committing to buy). Receiving that small package with a card signed by the perfumer’s own hand was a small moment of joy that reminded me there are still simple, pure and beautiful things in this world. How I needed that reminder!
I’m not an American, I don’t live in America, but I spent the whole morning crying. I think of the women of have to travel 200 miles to get safe abortions. I think of the people who can’t afford medical care. I think of the LGBTQ people subjected to discrimination and abuse, in risk of losing the few rights they have gained. I think of the muslims, the latinos, the blacks. Basically everyone who isn’t a heterosexual white man is not safe in America anymore.
We are all citizens of the world, and we cannot close our hearts and pretend that we are not all affected by this.
Never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee
Well said patuxxa. I do live in America and I am devastated. Never in all my years of voting have I felt so despondent. I have not always been happy about election outcomes, but this is not about Democrats vs. Republicans, it is who this County picked…a despicable person. I am at work where people are very happy about it and I believe I am the only one here who’s feeling this pain.
filomena813, they won’t be happy for long. Trump is a narcissist and they are only in it for themselves. He will disappoint them. They will see, in time, the mistake they’ve made.
My god: being with people who are happy about it must be truly shocking to the spirit. I feel for you!
Yes, this! I don’t know what is happening right now, I thought Europe was experiencing a crisis (Brexit, any abortion declared illegal in Poland, a despot called Orban, …) but today I just feel so sorry for everyone living in the U.S. It’s really taking the world’s madness to another level 😦
These really are desperate times!
Luckily my new boss feels the same way as I have been feeling, as do two other people. I still cannot fathom it. I will be in mourning for the next four years.
I am in complete shock. I cannot stop crying. This is the worst thing that could ever happen to our country. I can’t believe how many Democrats did not even vote. 3 million. I don’t have any idea how to deal with. There must be so much hatred and anger in our country to elect the devil himself. I apologize to the world that this has happened.
He actually COULD be the devil, you know. I really do think so.
Quite a funereal feeling here in California, too. Well, the healthcare was nice while it lasted.
(blog writer has pained, sad expression on reading this)
Oh my god, there really are no words. Hatred won. The ugliest hatred imaginable won. Completely. Racism, bigotry, all forms of evil and prejudice now are legitimized. What an effing proud moment for America. What a great nation we are. GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so damn terrified, so filled with impotent rage I don’t know what to do. I don’t honestly think I’ve ever felt like this before. Despair, anger, fear, disgust – all to an extreme degree. No one here in NC needs to even try to pretend to hide their hideous bigotry and racism now. Donald won, our utterly despicable governor, Mr. HB2 (the bathroom bill), got reelected. What on earth will happen to gay marriage, to all LGBT rights? And health care. I can’t deal with this. I just can’t. My husband knew I was counting on him to keep me apprised of the situation last night as I sat in the other room, desperately trying to distract myself with reading or working. I was too afraid to go ask him about it, but as the hours went on, my stomach started to knot up with anxiety and when he finally came out, he didn’t need to say a word. He feels exactly as I do and I just started to sob. I know someone who was talking about the stages of grief, relating it to this, but I’m not sure when or how I’ll get past the anger or disbelief stages. I swear this feels like a terrible episode of Dr. Who involving monstrous aliens in government that never ends. I simply can’t accept that this is real.
Oh, and for once in my life, perfume is of no real comfort. Nothing could be. But I am literally doused in Bogue Maai. Not at all sure why I chose it – just instinctively reached for it this morning in an attempt to have some sort of power shield.
I don’t know what to say. But I empathise COMPLETELY.
You’re absolutely right. No words. A cheeto-colored woman-hating xenophobic homophobic racist. Oh goody. Even the comedians are stunned into silence. The world weeps..ugh….I can’t even.
I can’t either. Usually I can rant, but right now, I cannot.
It’s 2:15 in the afternoon, New York time, the day after the election.
I spent last night, until 4:00 in the morning, watching the election results with a group of women in their twenties and thirties. Our group included Middle Easterners and South Asians, Muslims and Christians, holders of advanced graduate and professional degrees, federal workers, a lesbian.
I was uncomfortable watching the results that I had predicted months earlier and throughout the candidacies, despite what polls and pundits said about Hillary’s good odds. One woman with tears glistening in her eyes said, “Don’t say a word. I’m still holding out hope for final vote counts.”
I never wanted to be a Cassandra. Far from feeling smug, I sat watching the stricken members of the media ask “how did this happen?” and felt the sadness and lost-ness a child feels when it realizes its parents are running scared and can’t do anything to fix a problem.
It used to be only little old me who “knew” Hillary would never win, who knew the mighty establishment— patriarchal, European, male, and heterosexual in nature, supported by Stockholm syndrome women and minorities– would fight tooth and nail to retain the cultural dominance it has enjoyed for, well, millenia really.
It was the same little old me who always believed the only reason Obama succeeded was because he had a European mother and a penis.
But to see the pundits and the great media stars utterly speechless with dread, to see the NBC foreign policy correspondent Richard Engle (sic) baldly say at 3:00 AM “World leaders now count the United States among the right wing countries led by megalomaniacs and narcissists” (very strong language from a broadcast news reporter, who is required to appear nonpartisan)…
Suddenly it all became too real for me. The people in charge and in the know now are confirming what I feared, and it doesn’t feel good. It feels despondent.
I suspect my other predictions will turn out right, too, that Trump never truly wanted to be president, to work as a public servant and live in dumpy DC instead of glam, flash Manhattan or Vegas. I suspect I’m correct that he’s deep down not happy and fearful of the future.
I suspect I’m correct he will be either removed from office, quit or be assassinated before the end of his term…
Leaving us with the righteous Pence, a Republican House and Senate, and a Supreme Court that might haunt us for three generations into the future.
I got into work today at 12:45 pm after shedding tears during Clinton’s concession speech.
The streets seem empty. The office is dead quiet, faces drawn and haggard. Red rimmed eyes. We are an ethnically and religiously diverse group of low paid, highly educated workers and today is like a funeral day for us.
The young, low- paid but less – educated (Black and Hispanic) workers stationed at the cash registers where I bought my lunch looked at my face and shook their heads. “Everyone on the train this morning looked like they’d been crying too.”
Opened up a group email in my inbox from the manager: “Productivity is down ; please speed it along.”
DON’T you know it’s a funeral today? Have some respect for the dead.
It IS a funeral. It is. I also knew he would win, and think that he will get bored quite quickly with the job while he is doing it. He just wanted the power rush. It is obvious.
I have no words. I feel grim and apprehensive. The people leading his transition team are just as bad as he is: Christie, Gingrich, Giuliani.
I am just without words. I am so disgusted with this country, I can’t even say. I am so ashamed of how I will be perceived from now on when I travel, I am distraught, I am desolate, I am hopeless. Where do we go from here? Oh, I wish I could move to another country right about now, I really do.
I am ashamed of America as well. I really am.
And being a white man here, I kind of represent you!
There’s something still so surreal about this. I’m too afraid to think about what the future might bring: for Americans, for us in Canada (seriously, there is something so megalomaniacally malignant, so Hitler/dictator about the man, I can see him trying to take over this country) for international relations . . . my mind goes to “WWIII” all too quickly. The most dangerous man the US has ever seen, without exaggeration, up there with the best of the despots through history.
I heard the term White-lash today, referring to less-educated white males who were tired of losing their sense of entitlement, believed Trump would give it back, and ticked the box. What is harder to understand — impossible — is how so many white women voted for him. Was it the fundamentalist Pro-Life Christian factor? There aren’t any in my neck of the woods to ask.
I’ve always thought that a north-south re-divison, a country comprised of British Columbia together with Washington, Oregon and Northern California (all voting “blue”) would be a jolly good idea. Cascadia. Yes, fellow Utopians already have a name for it.
My investment advisors have issued some disturbing predictions concerning the state of the economy and Trump’s impact on financial markets. But that is nothing compared to the fear that so many living in the US are now feeling at thought of their inescapable victimization.
It truly SUCKS.
Robin it really does. It really really does. Please elaborate more. I am finding that the collective outpouring of intelligent thoughts on it all here are very inspiriting and soothing.
I’m not a political animal so don’t have anything really insightful to say. But I have found the most inspiring and soothing message comes from none other than Barack Obama — who, of anyone, must feel the insanity of the election results and understand all its implications. Here he is, if you haven’t viewed it already, and hope it helps.
Oh, and just to be inspired by his calm, almost up-beat acceptance of it. I mean, here’s a guy who worked his ass off for two terms to bring in all sorts of cool stuff, knowing that some idiot is going to destroy it all and bring in all sorts of very, very Uncool stuff. If Obama can be gracious and philosophical, so can we. Anyway, that’s my two cents.
I agree. You have to try and be optimistic, but I feel very heavy and oppressed by it all, as I am sure most sane people do.
Ah, and now that I’m listening to this again, in light of the protests, I am saddened by the protesters’ reactivity. It’s everything the USA needs least right now.
I totally understand their fury, but in a way I must say I kind of agree.
This is good reading:
Please tell me it’s all a bad dream!
I actually asked Duncan this morning if it was real.
a beautiful photo, I love old symbolic tombstones a lot
And this is one I used to frequent a lot when I lived in Rome.
I see. We have a beautiful old huge graveyard, too. I made a post about symbols on tombstones some months ago.
I feel kind of like I did in 1980 – sad, and angry, and guilty* that I’m not entirely surprised. Shocked, yes, but not surprised, as I grew up in a part of the US that would be a Trump stronghold, so I know that there are voters who embrace simplistic solutions and pie-in-the-sky promises, and others who embrace hate. The two together can win elections in the right circumstances. We are, in many ways, a profoundly blind and sometimes stupid country. I heard someone call it a whitelash, and I think it’s a good description – progress is a pendulum in this country, and after Obama it’s on its way back.
I tell my child, who is devastated, that it is one defeat — that we now start again, standing with people of color, LGBTQ people, Muslims, the disabled, all those ‘others’ who are in the alt-right’s crosshairs. A small plurality voted for Hillary. Trump won only because of our fetishistic devotion to a shameful 18th century compromise that gives more weight to less-populated states. But however small, there is a majority for basic decency, and despair is not an option.
*guilty only because I kind of expected it. I voted for Hillary.
Of course, I was furious, too, Neil. Livid. Sick to my stomach. SO angry at the people who voted for that dangerous, odious man. But, and perhaps this is Canadian of me, I believe that reaction and response are two critically different things. As for the protesters, the useful time to protest would have been before the election. Burning a Trump effigy after the fact might feel good in the moment, feel dramatic and powerful, and might be individually cathartic, but it’s otherwise just adding to the hate, the violence and the stupidity. And misguided, too; more reasonable to burn effigies of entitled white Republicans. Hmm. I see they’re burning flags and smashing windows now. Great. Declaring a revolution. WTExactF? Maybe that’s what you do after a bloody military coup, but not after a peaceful democratic election. Can you imagine how threatened we’d feel if Clinton had won and Republicans were burning Clinton effigies, destroying property and declaring war on the government? It would be terrifying. I think this is, too. Sorry, I think the world is f**ked up right now.
Now, I will go back and sniff the 31 Rue Cambon EdT that is on one wrist and compare it with the new EdP that is on the other. If everyone did this, the world would be a better place. 😉
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