Dismantling

I have been teetering between anger and fear, with glimpses of hope in between. But most of my energy is anger. And who is the anger targeting? Well, first it will be those closest to me who voted for Orange Mussolini, sorry, Bastard. I can’t. I won’t. I am not sure I have other family members who expect me to break bread with those who voted against the people they love. I cannot. My anger is too great to hold in and be cordial. They are considered my opposition now. They are considered hateful in my eyes, I don’t give a shit the bullshit excuse of the fucking economy. But then again, maybe, I have a difficult time understanding how people that the same people raised as I was could be so different than me. I don’t expect us all to be the same on issues, but supporting a compassionless and hateful person? I will always love them, but I need those lines drawn in the sand. When I called him a fascist, I wasn’t being hyperbolic, but who car...