This world is killing me. Actually, America is killing me. The people who support Trump are killing me. I was just thinking after talking with my Trump loving father maybe I should just skip Christmas at their house. They are both in full support of Trump and all his actions. Is that enough to separate us?
I have been depressed these past few days as it seems the hits keep coming, and coming and coming and coming and I don't see a reprieve. I am trying to keep the faith that we will have enough sane people voting to get rid of the giant cheeto but then ... we had enough people vote to get him in in the first place. Soooooo he could be elected again.
I have been asking Ron (it's recently gone up to begging) to look for a job in Canada, STAT. He has some great computer skills... lets take them to another country. Is it wrong to want to get the hell out of here? I can't imagine that this country is tearing kids from their parents. I can't fathom that there has just been yet another shooting - the latest perhaps inspired by the freak Milo Yiannopoulos... the war the president is putting on Democrats and the free press and our allies and.... school shootings that aren't going to end. What about all that have died? Will my kiddos be statistics in the end?
I have self medicated a bit, I know that isn't the answer but dear gawd I need to leave my brain. More now than ever.
Just the latest in the land of my brain.