Trump or Harris. Bankrolled genocide. Those are the options. Forget changemakers like Cornel West or Claudia and Karina. No room for lightbringers here. They can’t win. And even if they had a chance, perhaps those ‘radical ideas’ about stopping mass death and advancing equality wouldn’t translate in real time, anyway. We like to be the big dogs, after all.
I’m honestly bored of the lack of authenticity and humanity in bipartisan politics. In anything where you have to follow the money. It’s clear that the whole system needs to topple and undergo a redesign. But that takes courage and work. Thus, the unfulfilling marriage persists. The voting American public must choose between a fascist in plain sight, or a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
I’m glad it’s not a decision I have to make. I hate this shit. RNCs and DNCs and rooms filled with genocidal maniacs flashing their shiny, painted on smiles whilst embodying a complete absence of empathy towards human suffering. Suffering that they all sign off on. It makes my skin crawl.
My daughter is due in early November, so at the very least I’ll drown out the shitshow with the pure exhaustion of newborn bliss. And one day, I’ll teach her to question EVERYTHING.