Triggered. Election Diary

Okay, well, here we are. The election is two months away. I am having hot flash after hot flash, literally simmering with rage 90% of the time.

On election night, 2016, my poisonous toad of a sister sent me a text message gloating about the fact that Trump had won and now, I would suffer. I dismissed it. She’s a jerk. Jerks say shitty things. Who cares?

Now, there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about that. Mostly because it was a very effective curse. Trump is slow poison, usually he’s pretty weak poison, but he’s poison just the same and that poison has been drip drip dripping into my life since that day.

So you win, Sandra. You win. That was a good curse and it did its job. My great sin of not loving you has been avenged. Still, it remains, I do not love you. Haven’t since you turned into the reptile you are, at around age 14, and that will never change. Cursing me like this didn’t get you what you wanted. It just underscored what an irredeemable piece of drek you are.

I am still happy in my life. Yes, America is suffering and it was made a little bit worse again today when despite being convicted of 34 felonies in the state of NY, Donald Trump will still escape sentencing, probably forever. Today, Judge Merchan decided to postpone sentencing until after the election. The documents case has already been dismissed. The sedition case is mired in complications made by the corrupt Supreme Court ruling that Presidents are immune from prosecution for anything they do while they’re…