Hairballs of Genius

  • Blog
  • Publicatons
  • About
  • Contact

Why I Voted for Hillary

November 11, 2016
Leave a Comment

I don’t normally get political on social media because I just don’t. But today, I’m making exception.

I voted Hillary. I voted to keep Trump out of office. I didn’t particularly like that choice, but the fact of the matter is, the orange man terrifies me. I’m afraid of the culture this hateful, bigoted, sexist, racist, and every other “ist” person will create.

Honestly, I haven’t cried. I think I’m still in shock that, a man who spews lies and hate with every word he says and then denies he said it five minutes later, a man who degraded, belittled, and generally antagonized every demographic in the world, made it into the Oval Office. The man can’t handle his own Twitter account, but we’re going to entrust him with the nuclear codes?

I hope he’s able to “Make America Great Again” – just not to what, coming from his mouth, looks more like Hitler’s Germany than the intended melting pot of America where tolerance and acceptance are the norm when it comes to race, religion, and gender.

His belittling, degrading, toxic, negative comments have no place in the highest office in the country. And it terrifies me that WWIII will break out during his presidency — and this time, it will be OUR fault.

His sexually explicit comments and sexual predator ways have no place in my home or my community, and even though people say that “it’s not going to change a thing”, I beg to differ.

Because it already has. Just yesterday, my cousin posted this:

Trumplandia.png

Please tell me why 6-8 year old boys are talking about grabbing girls’ by their genitals and thinking that behavior like that is okay?

I’ll tell you exactly why: our President Elect does exactly that and gets away with it. He makes it okay to do and say things like that.

Please tell me this isn’t the society you want your daughters and nieces and wife and sisters and aunts and mothers and female friends, coworkers, and neighbors living in!

It’s not okay.

  1. IS. NOT. OKAY.

I stand for equality. I stand for tolerance. I stand for acceptance. I stand for kindness. I stand for compassion. I stand for integrity. I stand for trust.

  • Donald Trump does not stand for equality — he treats women like things to be had on a whim.
  • He doesn’t stand for tolerance — he is afraid of anyone that isn’t him and lashes out at them.
  • He doesn’t stand for acceptance — he thinks all Muslims are terrorists and horrible people and wants to kick every last one of them out of the country.
  • He doesn’t stand for kindness, he mocks, belittles, and antagonizes everyone — every minority, every woman, every disability, every religion, every sexual orientation and identity, even the very military he’s about to command.
  • He doesn’t stand for compassion, he openly mocked a disabled journalist.
  • He doesn’t stand for trust — more than half the words that came out of his mouth were lies.
  • Donald Trump doesn’t stand for integrity or trust — he lies and can’t even admit that he said it five minutes later when he’s asked about why he said it. He refuses to accept responsibility for things he’s done and said, and there are no consequences for him because “I’m famous”.

I belong to more than one of the groups he insulted — as do more than just a few of my friends. Female. Mexican. Puerto Rican. Guatemalan. Disabled (mentally and physically). Black. Gay, bi, trans, somewhere else on the spectrum, military…

I was never proud of my German heritage because of Hitler. But now I can’t even be proud of being an American. GIVE ME AN AMERICA WHERE PEOPLE ARE TREATED EQUALLY AND GIVEN AN EQUAL CHANCE AT BEING GREAT, and you’ll have kept your promise of making America great again.

Filed Under: That's Life Tagged With: #2016, #Politics

Can I get a Mulligan?!

October 6, 2016
Leave a Comment

Today… well, I just want today to be over. Like now. It sucks.
Step 1: have daughter tucked into bed next to me, hiccup-sobbing, at 6 a.m. because she had a nightmare, and hubby has to get ready for work
Step 2: cuddle the crap out of her, hoping to get her calmed enough to get back to sleep
Step 3: crash because I just can’t stay awake anymore
Step 4: wake up at 8:40 a.m, ten minutes before my son needs to get out to the bus stop
Step 5: fly out of bed, rush to son’s room, get him up and getting dressed; throw a handful of cereal into a baggie for him to eat on the bus, make his lunch
Step 6: send him out the door, climb into shower (yay! I don’t stink anymore!)
Step 7: grab caffeine, set it down to get shoes on
Step 8: grab laptop, forget caffeine while getting daughter into the van because hubby is checking breaks, oil, and something else on the car at work (he’s a mechanic)
Step 9: stop at gas station for lunchy stuff and high-octane caffeine (and a new mug!) on the way to inlaws’ to deal with tree-mergency.
Step 10: start van.
Step 11: Cry: van’s not starting. No lights on the dashboard, no clicks, just… nothing.
Step 12: Call hubby.
Step 13: go back into gas station, deplete them of sugar for my coffee
Step 14: wait for hubby
Step 15: text SIL and let her know I give up on today, and I’ll deal with the china at MIL’s tomorrow.
Step 16: email preschool – We’re not having a good day. We won’t be in.
Step 17: Grumblegrumblegrumble. One of the connections to the battery was loose.
Step 18: GO HOME.
Step 19: Write blog post
Step 20: crash

Seriously. I can’t make this up. And I can’t even use it in fiction because “that could never happen!” “that’s not believable!”.

Later, y’all. There will not be any braining today.

Filed Under: That's Life Tagged With: #cantmakethisup, #life, #MomentsInMotherhood, Family

Remember

September 11, 2016
Leave a Comment

I think this speaks for itself.

Filed Under: That's Life Tagged With: #September11

  • « Previous Page
  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
  • …
  • 11
  • Next Page »

My Sites

  • Hearth and Forge
  • Ko-Fi

NOOKS & CRANNIES

Search

Copyright © 2021 · Hairballs of Genius · All Rights Reserved
Designed by NGOps Powered by WordPress · Log in