When the worst happens…
…I don’t know about you, but I almost go insane.
Ever since Tuesday night, I’ve been having panic attacks, breaking down in tears, and feeling ready to vomit. I’m sure for lots of people, Tuesday’s election turned about to be the greatest national tragedy since 9/11. I understand completely how they feel.
I’m white and from a Judeo-Christian background, so I’m luckier than a lot of other people. At the same time, I’m almost completely helpless. Without any income or independence, I can’t do much.
And if that man causes another recession and rolls back environmental protection laws, where will I be? My chosen career path will become all but obsolete.
And if that happens, I can look forward not only to a life of extreme poverty, but smug, self-satisfied Trump supporters telling me I’m just lazy, I should work harder, I expect handouts from the government, etc., etc.
Needless to say, I’m not happy.