I listened as they called my President a Muslim.
I listened as they called him and his family a pack of monkeys.
I listened as they said he wasn’t born here.
I watched as they blocked every single path to progress that they could.
I saw the pictures of him as Hitler.
I watched them shut down the government and hurt the entire nation twice.
I watched them turn their backs on every opportunity to open worthwhile dialog.
I watched them say that they would not even listen to any choice for Supreme Court no matter who the nominee was.
I listened as they openly said that they will oppose him at every turn.
I watched as they did just that.
I paid attention.
Now, I’m being called on to be tolerant.
To move forward.
To denounce protesters.
To “Get over it.”
To accept this…
I will not.
I will do my part to make sure this great American mistake becomes the embarrassing footnote of our history that it deserves to be.
I will do this as quickly as possible every chance I get.
I will do my part to limit the damage that this man can do to my country.
I will watch his every move and point out every single mistake and misdeed in a loud and proud voice.
I will let you know in a loud voice every time this man backs away from a promise he made to them.
Them. The people who voted for him.
The ones who sold their souls and prayed for him to win.
I will do this so that they never forget.
And they will hear me.
They will see it in my eyes when I look at them.
They will hear it in my voice when I talk to them.
They will know that I know who they are.
They will know that I know what they are.
Do not call for my tolerance. I’ve tolerated all I can.
Now it’s their turn to tolerate ridicule.
Be aware, make no mistake about it, every single thing that goes wrong in our country from this day forward is now Trump’s fault just as much as they thought it was Obama’s.
I find it unreasonable for them to expect from me what they were entirely unwilling to give.”
This is your brain on a Sociopath… your moral compass is off, it points directly to their needs. Your focus is blurry, you find no joy in everyday things, you find no solace in simplicity, there is none. The you that once lived life for life now lives for a drug that was injected into your soul not by choice but by force.
Like a tumor it grew inside of you taking up space it did not deserve, this addiction was not your desire, it was beaten into you with every silent treatment, it was bred in you with every harmful word, it was a necessary to their evil and now you, the victim have to face the pain of detoxing, in the long run it will be less painful than the daily dose of the Devil… but how?
I would daydream about the day I would leave him…
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PT is seriously kicking my posterior. Maybe it’s the rain today but dear Lord am I sore. In a good way. I think. Finally feeling like I’m making some serious progress. Not where I’d like to be with the cane yet, but I’ll get there…