The new-ish trend on Facebook is people asking for more positivity and fewer political posts. Maybe I’m wrong, but it’s my assumption that the people seeking peace and love are either A) Trump voters who are regretting their decision, B) Trump voters who are not regretting their decision but feel like they need to hide that fact, C) 3rd party voters who are or are not starting to feel some remorse, or D) non-voters.
I’m not here to chastise you or tell you to suck it up. I’m here to tell you that I’ve been you, but without the Facebook.
We’ve all made regrettable voting decisions. There have been plenty of people who seemed good on paper or in theory or as an interesting experiment, but didn’t pan out in the long run.
I’m here to admit my secret voting shame: I voted for George W. Bush in 2004.
Why? And what the hell? Good questions. I don’t totally remember, but I can tell you that I was 25 at the time and didn’t know shit about shit. I was paying way more attention to American Idol than to the American presidential race. (Duh because American Idol was amazing back then.) However, I think it was a combo of A) I lived in Illinois, so what did my vote matter, B) all this stuff was going on, and I was worried about changing horses mid-stream, C) I fell for the media’s unflattering characterization of John Kerry, and D) I kind of wanted to be all “Screw you, celebrities. You can’t tell me how to think.”
I mean, because that’s how you know you’ve made the best decision possible–when you can flip Susan Sarandon the bird as you turn in your ballot.
The good thing about my vote in 2004? I regretted it almost immediately. This post right here is maybe the first time I’ve ever admitted to voting for Shrub. But the positive takeaway was that it woke me up to the fact that these choices matter. My vote matters–if not to the electoral college, to me. And I was not going to make the same mistake again. I started paying more attention and really figuring out what I stood for.
Anyway. Facebook. I wasn’t on Facebook in 2004, but I can guess I would’ve felt anger, regret, annoyance, shame…you know, a bunch of emotions that wouldn’t make me feel very good about myself or my life choices. Since I was already beating myself up in my head, seeing the shaming on Facebook would’ve felt like piling on and maybe I would’ve been writing posts like “Remember when Facebook used to be fun?”
But 2017 isn’t 2005. GWB was a shitty president who was being advised by shady people. Every day didn’t feel like the end of times. (We still had time to be super excited about Bo Bice–talk about regrets.)
45* is a shitty human being who is being advised by other shitty human beings. He was in violation of the emoluments clause the moment he took office. He conducts state business in busy dining rooms at his resort, from which he and his family have not divested themselves. There is a very real possibility that high ups in his campaign and administration were colluding with the Russians to influence the election. If you voted against Hillary for “emails,” then the Russia stuff should be a pretty ding dang big deal for you, you know, unless you’re a hypocrite.
There aren’t a lot of black and white scenarios in the world, but I think this is one of them. This is not a partisan issue. There’s 45*’s administration and then there’s the rest of us.
Now isn’t the time for peace and love and avoidance. Now is the time for us to come together and protect our democracy. And we’ll welcome you with open arms, because we’ve all been there. Unless you voted for Carrie Underwood and her dead-eyed stare in 2005, because that shit’s unforgivable.
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