I’m Back, Bitches!

 

In the time since I last posted, a lot has happened. Some good. Some not so good. Some downright horrifying. And then there’s this.

Fuck.

Elisabeth Kuber-Ross defined five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. In the past 100 or so days, I’ve been through:

Denial: No. No way. It’s a mistake. I’m going to wake up and all this will have been a really sick and twisted dream.

Anger: Are you fucking KIDDING me? How in holy fuck did this happen? SHIT!

Bargaining: Okay, okay. How about we keep him, but lose all the assholes behind him?

Depression: Oh, shit. We’re stuck with him. Shit. This is the “new America.”

But acceptance? Never. Never as long as there is breath in my body will I accept the madness and sheer lunacy of what has happened to the leadership of the United States of America and to the country itself. Never. Never. Nevernevernevernevernever. We, as a nation, are so much better than this.

We just have to figure out a way to stop it.

Then again, the way things are going, the way things are crashing and burning under DJT and the way the wheels are rapidly falling off his bus with audible thuds – the trash will take itself out. But there are a lot of layers of stupidity to get through before we hit sanity again.

Step two of Alcoholics Anonymous states that we “Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.” If “a Power greater than ourselves” could be angry in people in large numbers, there may be hope for us all yet.

PS: I am now on twitter, if you care to follow. @RealBetteB. Check it out.