I don’t know how many times I have teared up in the last 24 hours, but it has been a lot. The tears were different than two weeks ago, when I went though another 24 hour crying jag. Those were tears of sorrow and anger. These are tears of relief.
I know people that are still Team Trump, and for the life of me, I don’t know why you were in the first place, and I really don’t know why you are now. I’m not talking about decent Constitution-protecting Republicans…I’m talking about the type of people that stormed the Capitol. I see people like that every day, even in my supposedly “liberal” city, which really isn’t, in case you were wondering.
My current WIP is about a group of kids escaping a cult. See, I love cults. I think they’re completely fascinating, the way a person or small group gets massive amounts of ordinary people to believe their batshit crazy nonsense. My dream job is cult deprogrammer. I have watched so many videos and documentaries and read so many books. As such, I can recognize cult-like behavior easily. So, when those traitors attacked the Capitol, I watched and wondered why we’re just letting cult members storm our government.
Now, the definition of a cult is a system of religious veneration and devotion directed toward a particular figure or object. If we remove the word religious, or perhaps add “religious-like,” what do you have there? Those wackos venerate and devote their lives to this man.
So, as I had this realization, I started to feel pity. Oh, you poor hypocrites, with low critical thinking skills, who fell into a trap he laid for you. They didn’t know what they were getting themselves into, did they? I felt momentarily bad for these rioters. Momentarily, mind you. Don’t think I wasn’t gleeful the next morning as the arrests and manhunts started.
Anyway, I was full of tears that day. And then, yesterday.
I cried first when I saw Kamala, and who would blame me? First woman VP. Greatest moment of my feminist life. Now, Joe is fine, as I’ve said, but it was his team building skills I was voting for, and she is the star of the team. But of course, I cried when I saw Joe. I cried while Lady Gaga sang. I cried while they were inaugurated. I cried while Joe spoke.
Then I woke up this morning and cried again. Because Joe is already out there, fixing things. I saw at least two pieces of LBGTQ+ discrimination overturned, I saw the Muslim ban lifted, I saw us rejoin the Paris Accord, and the WHO. Now, you might not agree with some of that, and I do not care. I’m sorry, but the time of lies is over. It is possibly likely you don’t agree with it because you don’t understand it, and that is what has led us to our sorry state of affairs. It is also very likely you don’t agree because you have been fed massive amounts of misinformation, so you believe what you’ve been taught.
But it’s ok. Help is out there. You, too, can be deprogrammed from the cult! I mean, I suppose. Though that guy with the antlers seems a little too far gone.
I hope I have more tears of joy than misery in the next four years, and I expect that, for the first time in a long time. I always had hope, you know, but it got rough there those last few months. I’m glad to see the sun coming up on the horizon.