E. Stanley guest blogs about Donald Trump’s win and his thoughts and feelings about what this means for the United States and the rest of us.
*blog title borrowed from Sylvia Plath’s “Daddy.”
Donald Trump won the 2016 presidential race, and we all lost – even those who supported him. I watched the results on election night like millions of others, hoping Clinton would take Florida early so I could go to bed. Instead, the act of national self-mutilation was dragged on until after two o’clock in the morning when I finally retired, emotionally exhausted and numbed by whiskey, and woke up the next day to find that America had elected a fascist pig to the highest office in the country. Continue reading “The brute, brute heart of a brute like Trump”
Karen M. guest blogs to share her thoughts and feelings about what’s just happened south of our Canadian border.
On Wednesday, November 9, I woke up and was immediately shrouded in a feeling of immense doom. And sadness. It was when I realized that it wasn’t a bad dream, that Donald Trump had actually been elected President of the United States. The unthinkable had become reality. Continue reading “The new President”
This morning, I woke up feeling sick to my stomach. I didn’t eat; couldn’t fathom eating anything until quite late in the day. I was certain that if I tried to eat something, I would absolutely vomit. I have been walking around all day stunned and mostly silent after last night’s American election.
Yes, I’m a Canadian. Yes, that means I didn’t vote in this election. Yes, that means many Americans think I should mind my own business. Continue reading “Dear Americans”