Moving On

A little more than a year ago I looked at my wife and told her, “Donald Trump is going to win the presidency.” From that moment until the moment Bernie Sanders supported Hillary Clinton for president, I hoped and prayed with every fiber of my being that I would be wrong. I suppose some part of me knew deep down that I wasn’t. It was, after all, one of those moments of complete clarity when an eerie calmness settles itself in my usually restless mind. It was a matter of fact statement, like reading the weather online or even reading from one of my many textbooks. I simply knew, without a shadow of a doubt that Donald Trump was going to become our next president and there was really nothing that I could do to stop it.

I couldn’t bring myself to watch any of the debates between Clinton and Trump, the ever present smug look on Clinton’s face was enough to make me want to strangle kittens, or baby bunnies. She was sure that the presidency was hers, because who would want to vote for Donald Trump? Let’s not forget the all too often cry of “First woman president” as well.

The Democratic National Party and the circus that they ran during this election period made mistake after mistake, one of which was thinking that everyone would just fall in line with whatever candidate they forced on their members.

Clinton and the DNC stole Bernie Sanders’s nomination through corruption and downright violence later at the convention when Sanders was winning the nomination. Voter suppression was a big method that was used, and it was something that happened to me. I moved from Virginia to Arkansas before the election, but not soon enough to be considered an Arkansas resident before the voter registration closed in Arkansas. I applied for an absentee ballot to be mailed to me so that I could vote in the election, but that ballot never showed up. My wife got her ballot and was able to vote, but I was denied my right to vote by the state of Virginia. I even have a Virginia voter identification card.

It may be worth noting that I have been a vocal supporter of Sanders and even now I am #StillSanders. My facebook page and sometimes Twitter account was nearly a shrine to Bernie and his political views which so closely aligned with my own. The current governor of Virginia, Terry McAuliffe is a close, personal friend of Hillary Clinton, so honestly it doesn’t surprise me that my ballot never showed up.

So now we are looking at four years of a President that brought Americans together with hatred. I really don’t blame Trump, he played on the insecurities and fears of the poverty stricken Americans that often have to work two and three jobs just to make ends meet. These people heard the mantra “Make America Great Again,” and they didn’t care how it was going to be done, they just wanted to cling so tightly to that thread of hope that they were driven into a mob mentality.

I don’t blame people for voting for Trump, I blame the status of society that left vulnerable, uneducated Americans so fearful that they chose hatred for the sake of security. We live in a broken society and we are a broken nation. Last night the immigration website for Canada crashed because there was so many people accessing it. It seems like everyone is jumping ship. Let’s watch America sink from afar.

The thought is appealing, but as I really hashed out the idea I realized something.

Countless men and women have given their lives for our country. They have gone to foreign soil and laid down their lives to protect their beliefs, values, and freedoms of this country. My father spent four years in Vietnam, my grandfather was on Midway Island when it was bombed by the Japanese around the same time Pearl Harbor was bombed, and my older brother served in the Navy after graduating from high school.

I could not serve in the military, I could not fight for my country then, but I can now.

I will not move to another country. America is my country, this is where I was born and I still believe that we can have and need to have pride in our nation. So I will fight here, maybe not with weapons, but I will fight with words. I will fight to “Make America Great Again” because I recognize that one person is not going to do that alone.

I will work to improve our quality of government, to fight for laws that I feel will help my fellow Americans and country in general. I will not give up on my country, just because they need a guiding hand.

May the Gods and Goddesses bless our great nation, and be with us as we work to rebuild it.

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