November 3rd, 2004

I was sitting in my car with my Subway sandwich at a gas station listening to John Kerry's concession speech sobbing.

I had spent the last 2 1/2 months going door to door, talking to people and listening to their stories.  I convinced someone to get out to vote on a Tuesday night in late September while it was raining lightly in Glendale.  I got invited in by a woman in Franklin who was worried that she wouldn't be able to retire.  When I walked into work that morning, I listened to people crowing about the rotten Democrats and what horrible people we were.  It was hard for me to fight back the tears.

I'm not rotten. I want everyone to succeed.  I didn't want the Iraq war.  I didn't like the way the country was going.  It was about the rich.  I'm not the rich.  I just felt crushed that day.  That was 20 years ago.  Yeah.  I may feel worse once the results come in for this election.

I made a point of taking off the days after the election in the event my heart felt broken.  I never thought of coming in and gloating about Obama winning.  I just felt kind of ok with the world when he won both times and ignored what people said about Obummer.

I don't know if anyone knew what to say about Trump winning.  I was walking around Kohls Department Store like a zombie, wondering what happened.  I never take elections for granted but it did seem surreal that Donald Trump won.  Any other Republican? I wouldn't be happy but Trump is so awful.

He made it ok for people to be rude and obnoxious with each other.  He made it ok for people to feel unsafe if they were different.  

I knew how Van Jones felt when it was announced that Joe Biden won.  It was like it was ok to breathe.  It was a feeling that life would be ok.  It wasn't.  Trump never went away.

I just want the hate to go away.  I just want Trump to drive off in his garbage truck back to garbage Mar A Lardo. 

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