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A Post-Election Vent

I just have to say this, because I saw a few posts on Project Semi-Colon’s Facebook page smfrom people saying, “Republicans are not monsters,” etc. on a response to a post saying that calls to the suicide hotline were doubled, mostly from trans teens who were scared. And these people had the gall to come onto this post and say things like “No one cares about LGBT kids anyway,” or “Republicans aren’t monsters.”

No one has the right to tell anyone what they should or shouldn’t be afraid of. No one. The people who are scared are scared because after hearing the rhetoric that has been spread around for the past eighteen months or so by “Republicans,” and seeing what has happened in the few days since the election by people because “our guy won” and what they’ve perpetrated, people have every right to be scared. No one should tell them, “Oh there, there, Republicans aren’t monsters.” Screw them.

If you’re a Republican and claim that you aren’t misogynistic, a xenophobe, racist, or anti-LBGTQA, you sort of signed your rights away to a pass on any of that by voting for him. He represents all of that. When you voted for him, you voted for the whole package. You don’t get to pick and choose the pieces that you don’t like. You choose the whole thing. You now have to own that. Own your vote. Own who _you_ voted for. Own _what_ you voted for.

I know that most of the people who will see this already agree with what I’m saying, so this is mostly just a vent on my part. I know that there’s the saying that “Love trumps hate.” I’m not quite there yet. I’m trying to get there. But I will help people who need help. I wish I could give my car bullet-proof glass and make it a hate-free safe zone, sort of a movable safety spot. A new sort of Lovemobile, not the 60’s sort, but one brought about to help people get through the bullying, the hate, the targeting wherever I see it happening. Sort of a purple TARDIS of love. Unfortunately it’s not purple and it’s not bigger on the inside than the outside. I can only fit so many people in it. But there’s no room for people who hate.

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