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Digital Scan

Over the course of this past year I have missed a few writings on posts. Sometimes forgetting at other times intentionally avoiding saying anything. It is mostly my mood that dictates the content.

Yesterday was one of those days. Post Gay Pride comedown and a lot of anxiety about the future. Mostly worry about the future of this site and the real world.

On Sunday another someone I called a friend lost it on me. They posted a picture of Hillary Clinton and I commented “gross.” Vocal fry intentional even with the layer of valley girl origination.

It turned into a nightmare where I was deemed negative and hostile and in need of therapy. Sorry bitch, had therapy before you were fucking born. All because I posted an opinion.

Yes, I am not a Clinton supporter. Her voting record has been awful. Her husband signed DOMA into law. She is so awful and thirsty she would need to run against Trump to win.

And that is the catch. In some part of my mind I know we live in a world where elections are rigged like this. No conspiracy. Just a moment of careful House of Cards manipulation could put you in the driver’s seat.

That thought alone terrifies me. How awful do you have to be to have Trump help you win? It is chilling. Even scarier that we have already seen this manipulation of elections recently. 

So then maybe I said I was voting for Trump on Facebook because the nation passed Sanders over. It was bitter to say. But how stupid are you?

I don’t endorse anything Trump stands for. He is disgusting. But we kind of deserve him. And it seems the only way to fight the status who is to give assholes what they want. Plus it would wipe that smug look off Clinton’s face.