Chances are, if you’re anything like me, you’re slumped on the couch right now half hysterical at the thought that your country has elected an ill-mannered gorilla with a bad toupee into the highest office of the land. A thug. A rapist. Bigot with a bad temper who’s about to carry the nuclear briefcase. Between gulps of cheap whiskey you’re trying to figure out how this nightmare has come to pass.
There is a truth about democracy that has long gone un-uttered. The great and terrible peepshow that is deeply ingrained in the fabric of our nation. The rotting, bilious, and putrescent core of “We, the people.”
Step closer, gentle readers. I shall whisper it into your ear. Are you ready? Steel yourself:
Voting in and of itself solves nothing.
It turns out you’ve actually got to convince people to vote for what you want if you stand a beggars chance of seeing it come to pass. Put another way: Voting means that the many get to fuck the few.
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Do you have any idea what America actually is?
I’ll explain it to you.
Two hundred and forty years ago a group of mostly white men comprised of venereal disease ridden factions split between brutal criminality and religious nut-jobbery sat down at the table to vote for what they thought the country should be. By and large, that vision included racism and gender defined chattel. Why?
Because the people in charge liked being in charge. They weren’t allowed to be big bosses back home in the country that kicked their dysfunctional asses out. By God, they weren’t gonna fuck it up for themselves by sharing the New World! They **liked** making people work for free arbitrarily based on the color of their skin. It meant they themselves didn’t actually have to do any work. And they **liked** being able to treat women like property. For reasons that I don’t have the stomach to detail for you if you don’t understand by this point in your life.
America is racist because it wants to be racist. And until enough of us convince these people that they don’t **really** want to be racist, fuck all is going to change. Since we have yet to convince the majority of white men that they are in fact, bigots of an oppressive class — let alone to stop engaging in those practices? New days are old days. Same as they ever were.
The people who voted for Trump **like** being better off than minorities. They **like** grabbing women by the pussy. They’ve kept it quiet as they can till this point out of fear of being publicly shamed, but now that they’ve elected a man who is incapable of shame the cockroaches will be free to run naked out in daylight — doing whatever they please. Nine out of ten women I know have been sexually assaulted. With numbers like that, how on earth did we ever believe Trump couldn’t win.
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There’s going to be endless analysis of this cycle. Of why Hillary Clinton lost. I’ll save you the trouble of enduring our faulty oracles of Delphi, she lost because not enough Democrats voted in this election. The Democrats closer to the center likely voted for her opponent. The Democrats further to the left wrote in Bernie Sanders or stayed home. And so it goes.
I’ve just finished watching a nationally progressive agenda end for what’s quite probably my lifetime. It will be decades before a progressive bill survives a Supreme Court challenge. The very nature of law in this country is going to profoundly change. Trump and Congress will pack the most virulently conservative fucks into those black robes that they can find. They will be young. They will be cheap. And mean as hell.
This is where we find out how bad things can get. Dig deep my friends. It’s time to get hyper-local, and get there fast. Because the only bulwark we have against the rising age of Trump is the fact that our leaders are more powerful the closer they are to our lives. It turns out Trump was right about walls in a ways. It’s just that we need to build them to keep us safe from him, and not anyone outside of the country.
The world in which we rock our numb, shell-shocked bodies to sleep tonight is disappearing for a very long time.
Tomorrow we wake to life on Mars.
Welcome to day one of the occupation, kids.