This was originally a FaceBook post from April 18, 2017.
Sad fact is, I still feel this way today, January 29, 2020
For the first time in quite awhile, I slept soundly last night and in one position. How I avoided at least one bathroom visit during the night is beyond me. But I did. However, I woke up in a fog and my mind was blank. Another rarity.
I brushed my teeth, washed my face and got dressed with little on my mind. Highly suspect.
While making the bed it hit me: I rarely feel "globally safe", hopeful, or proud of my country anymore. I add "globally" because despite the empty saber rattling from the fingers and mouth of a reckless, impetuous, self involved fool and his lackeys, I feel relatively safe here in my bubble. But globally? No.
Feeling pride in the USA? Not in the last 160 days since collectively we propped up an empty suit and proved to the world that we as a people are easily duped. What is worse, the suit believes that we elected him king. No, not king...wrong term...for a true monarch answers to a government. Elected him dictator, is more like it. And hopeful? No. On a daily basis I feel more dread and unrest than anything else. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop most every day now.
Pulling up the sheets and comforter, the second thought came to me: Remember when you weren't embarrassed by your POTUS? Remember when you felt like mistakes and all, the first family thought about the welfare of others and not their own selfish needs? Remember that? Do you?.....remember that?
Seems like a lifetime ago.
The saddest part of all of it; the rules, the laws, the dignity, the customs.....the entire office of the President of These United States is forever changed for the worst. The malevolent genie is out of the bottle.
That is all. Carry on