Anxious and Not Anxious

I'm anxious for the election to be over.  I'm not anxious for the results.  Or the problems.  I just want life to go on without the hate and I don't know if it's possible with Donald Trump and his supporters.  He made it ok for people to be mean to each other.  

I was getting a good laugh at the Yelp reviews people left at the McDonald's in Pennsylvania where he worked for 15 minutes.  He had to have someone tie his apron for him?  Oh my gawd.  It does sound like a crummy McDonalds despite the orange idiot that worked there for 15 minutes. 

I couldn't pay attention to the town hall.  I get frustrated with Anderson Cooper at times.  I just thought what else do people need to hear?  She's not a crook.  She's got a good resume of experience and she wouldn't overthrow the government.  That works for me!  Doesn't matter her gender or her race.  She's a person with empathy and that sold me right there.  I found the article of another woman coming on a zoom call of women who had been assaulted by Trump. She was brought to Trump Tower by Jeffrey Epstein back in 1992.  Isn't that enough for people to say that maybe this isn't a person we should vote for?

I know we can't shun people who don't vote the same way and I wouldn't.  I just struggle sometimes when I hear the reasoning.  I could understand 20 years ago, but it's so different today.  So frustrating to listen.  

The internet can be funny when people are posting fake Yelp reviews at the McDonalds where Trump worked for 15 minutes.  It's not funny when people are putting up fake stories that Tim Walz sexually assaulted a student and it's from some Russian troll farm.  I saw the story. I knew it was bullshit.  Excuse me.  I can say that after Tim Walz referred to Elon Musk as skipping like a dipshit.  If the Midwest dad says it's ok to say it, I can get a pass.

Speaking of dip, you know what, I am hoping the troll downstairs goes to work.  I am curious to find out why the landlord needs to speak to him.  He has been known to pay the rent late.  Shocker.  I know.  I thought that's why he got a girlfriend. They both are sort of working.  I hope they both go to work.

I am hoping my day that some problems get solved that I'm working on and well, no lurking.  That always helps.

Have a good day good humans.  Leave the anxious part to me.  I got that down pat.

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