The nasty P word.
This will be my only political post.
I am an American. I am a very proud American. I tear up (sometimes actually cry) EVERY SINGLE TIME I hear the national anthem. Doesn’t matter if it’s on TV, a sporting event, or on my playlist. Tears.
Several of my family members were in the military, many friends, and many significant others of friends. I live in a town next to an army base. I am grateful for every single sacrifice they have made, big or small. Missing the birth of a child, birthdays, an anniversary, Christmas, and sadly their lives.
They are all the reason we can live as we do.
We are free.
Free to walk where we want.
Free to wear what we want.
Free to say what we want.
I don’t like to use the word hate. I feel like hate is an equally strong word, if not stronger, as love. All things must have an opposite. Life=Death. Night=Day. Love=Hate.
My sister M told me that once when I was younger.
It gives what you say a power over you, it can control your emotions.
So I hate myself when I say this, but I hate the people that have rebelled after Trump won the election. I wish I didn’t, but I do.
Not the people that share political posts on social media, or even the people who don’t stand during the national anthem. They are doing what living in America allows them to do. They aren’t physically hurting anything.
No, it’s the people that have burned the flag. It is the people that have hospitalized others. Who have trashed property, the people who do physical violence.
I hate them.
Destroying things because they did not get their way.
Why do they think the answer is to burn and destroy their home?
Trump isn’t even in office yet, so why can’t we give him a chance?
Why can’t we let him try?
“Make America Great Again.”
What is so wrong about that slogan?
America is broke. We are so afraid of offending anyone that we no longer have the voice we once did. I hate hearing the words Civil War talked about in present tense conversations.
I am afraid of the next four years.
Yet, I look forward to seeing what will happen.
Maybe he can make America great again.
Maybe he can make us what we once were.
Or maybe we can’t go back.
Maybe we can only go forward.
I think the big problem this country has is being politically correct. I’ve been challenged by so many people and I don’t, frankly, have time for total political correctness. And to be honest with you, this country doesn’t have time, either.
— Donald Trump