Limitless

It intrigues me of course just how many people in the United States will cheer for a man who is a worthless shit.

Stephen Kuusisto, via Planet of the Blind

I think a lot of us are trying to figure out what's going on. Unlike years past when you didn't like a presidential candidate, you could make jokes about moving from the country but know deep down that you'd never do it. You had faith that the four-year cycle would be over quickly, that things would be righted, that you could grit your teeth and bear it, maybe even work in your local community to address issues that were important to you. 

This time it really seems different, and when I put my chin on my hand and stare blankly into the limitless blue sky of southern California, I think I know why. For me, it's different this time because it's the people themselves who are allowing this man to win primaries, who are cheering for him, waving signs and seemingly agreeing with his vile pronouncements and insults. It's the people themselves.

The thing is that I don't want to live in a country with people like this -- with so many people like this, with enough people like this that can propel this man toward receiving a nomination. I suppose I will have to, though, if it comes down to it. I don't know. If you're thinking about voting for this man, if you have any inclination to vote for or support this man, don't tell me. Don't tell me because I honestly don't want to talk to you ever again. Maybe you don't want to talk to me ever again, either, and that's fine. 

I refuse to be even the tiniest bit complicit in raising this man to any more powerful level than he already commands.