You know how it is. A
thought creeps into your brain, you hear something, then it finds a neuron to
latch onto, a synopsis lights up, it finds another connection, the electrical
impulses bouncing around gray matter find a path and the next thing you know
your whole being is consumed by an ugly thought. One that won’t go away. It
dominates every part of your brain, growing worse than weeds throughout every
cortex it can find. You drink a glass of wine more like a shot of tequila and
it is still racing within and throughout that part of your body you rely on for
reasonable action.
Your eyes turn so white you belong in a Paul Ryan selfie,
your heart races along at a clip to blow two or three valves, your nerves are
so on edge just the slightest sound makes you jump; everything in your being is
consumed.
Yeah, sure, the reality is happening: The Republicans are
actually going to nominate Donald Trump for President. Surely this one fact
alone can’t be causing all this anxiety. No, it isn’t. You hear things, read
things and it just starts to add up in this hyper vigilant state your brain is
functioning.
And all your worse fears start to play out at a rapid fire
pace. You can’t keep up, but overall one theme dominates the process. All day
long you fight it. Every waking moment is put to the effort to keep your worst
fears pushed aside, yet they grow back stronger and stronger, now to the point
where rational reflection of what you are thinking is buried under the rubble
of too many brain cells fried from long ago. What you actually fear is coming
true is more dynamic than any fiction you try to create. The panting, the wide eyed stare at nothing
is only some symptoms of the raging paranoia completely engulfing the space
behind my eyes. Is there even a soul to look into at this point?
My God you scream, what are we doing? How on Earth can a
rational well positioned country with the best well written idea of government
ever devised by man be nominating, much less electing the most narcissistic,
irrational, pseudo fascist, completely devoid of any idea of how he would run
this country once elected individual for the highest office in the land? How
did we come to this?
And oh by the way his competition is the biggest most
dangerous corrupt politician ever conceived of in this country. She makes
Richard Milhous Nixon look like a boy scout. Yes, she hides it well and the
Democrats will be nominating her next week.
Oh, but, don’t let me stress you out. This is just a moment
that the history books will never mention. Whomever wins will get to write
their interpretation and all will be copasetic. So do not fret over me, once
November comes and goes, people like me will disappear into the wild blue
yonder never to be heard from again. Can’t be upsetting the apple cart now, can
we?
And heck, this is the mild version of what I wanted to
write. I glanced at a story this morning stating where one delegate from
Virginia was in a situation with one of Mr. Trump’s campaign workers and had to
ask: are you threatening me or my State?” Just who exactly is working for Mr.
Trump?
And in the end, people like me are labeled the bad guys.
Wake up America, please.
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