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180 Degrees

I was exhausted last night so I didn't stay up to see the election results.  Either way it went, this country was gonna be up to it's ass in alligators.  Stranger things have happened, but I didn't think we were ever in any REAL danger of Trump becoming President.  I mean, who in their right mind would actually put the next four years in this man's hands?  Yeah, well..... imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning to the shit storm of disappointment and anger flooding my Facebook timeline.  I was just as much in shock as I wasn't.  With everything else we've seen taking place in this country over the last couple of years, nothing should really surprise us anymore, so as much as I had hoped people's sensibilities would kick in at the polls, it wasn't completely unexpected.  It was just........ sad.


It's sad because the smoke has officially cleared, the veils have been lifted and there's no more denial to hide behind.  We can no longer tell ourselves the lies that allow us to sleep at night.  What do I mean?  Well.... how many people does it take to vote in a President?  Donald Trump is arguably the most divisive candidate there ever was, easily the most blatantly disrespectful, misogynistic and racist, giving not a single fuck how you or your mama feels about it but however many people it takes to vote a guy in are apparently FINE with that.  Just think about that shit.  Sad, right?    


I was so disappointed, about EVERYTHING - people who voted for Trump, people who didn't vote at all and people who wasted their vote to write in "Deez Nuts" or fucken "Harambe" instead of taking the shit seriously - that all I could do for a while this morning was sit on the side of my bed, staring out the window.  By the time I realized I was gonna be late for work fucking around, I had decided this election was not gonna ruin my day.  An hour into the office though, I still hadn't quite shaken it.  I couldn't escape the office chatter and it was pissing me off.  Then all of a sudden my cell phone rings.  My baby was in happy tears, and suddenly, nothing else mattered.


See, a couple of weeks ago, my daughter came to me, stressed out about failing Biology.  Let me explain something about my daughter; she does not fail.  Period.  Anything.  So the fact that she wasn't doing well in Science was really fuckin her up. High school freshmen have enough to worry about so I made it very clear to her that she's putting this pressure on herself, it's not coming from me.  A's or C's, Ima love her the same, and she may not be used to it, but some things she's just gonna have to work harder to be good at.  I did my part in helping her - spoke to her teacher, helped her study - and Monday she got a 109 out of 120 on her test, bringing her grade up 7 points, to passing.  That phone call was everything.  Not just because I told her she could do it and she did, but because she could have waited til I got home to tell me.  Instead, she got the news and she had to tell her mom right then.  THAT, my friends, is the shit that matters.  Not some orange, toupee-wearing villain from Gotham who, in my opinion, is little more than a year from impeachment - I'm calling it.  I mean, let's be real here.  How long do you really think it will take for him to do something so reckless the rest of the government will have to get him outta there to save face?


Meh.  Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but that moment today snapped things right back into perspective for me.  Some shit is out of your control and even things you can impact aren't always going to go your way.  I still have real concerns about this bastard being in office, don't get me wrong, but he can't get anymore of my attention.  I'm in the concrete jungle, so I'll quote my man Jigga; "he only get half a bar - FUCK that nigga."

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