Jessie and I did Costco today with August and then we went to Publix and I swear to god- if one of us needs to go to a grocery store of any kind in the next two weeks, I will be amazed.
But of course we will.
Tonight I'm baking a little organic chicken with potatoes and onions and carrots from the garden, both purple and orange. I wish I could tell you how excited I am about this. I wish I weren't so food-oriented. And honestly- I am not even sure which I like better- cooking or eating. I always think about that wonderful moment from Northern Exposure when Adam, the insane chef, asks a group of cooking students why they think he cooks. They hem and they haw, they are completely intimidated by him and finally one shyly says, "Because you are hungry?"
"YES!" he booms. "Because I am hungry!"
A moment of epiphany for me. Because yes, I am hungry, and I like to eat good food. And thus- I love to cook.
Which is another reason I love to garden. There is no better food than what we grow.
Well, except for Velveeta, of course. Just kidding!
Anyway, that's not what I came here to talk about. I came here to talk about Donald Trump which I had sworn I would not do. I can't help it though. If there is any truth to the belief that what we put out into the universe has some effect (and the jury's still out on that in my opinion) then I have to put something out in the universe. It's too fucking late to worry that anything I say will only add flame to the fire of the energy which he seems to engendered which is now blazing white hot like an uncontrollable forest fire, set by a careless person with a match in a place drought-ridden for a very long time which was completely dismissed and ignored by those whose job it was to keep watch until the flames threatened the very life of...well, an entire country. Or maybe the world.
I see that the Republican Party are finally getting a bit perturbed. I mean, even the party that let Clint Eastwood stand up at their convention and talk to a chair is beginning to think that the idea of Trump as president might be insane.
A man I know, whom I am "friends" with on Facebook, with whom I went through an incredibly emotional and difficult time a year or so back, posted a picture of himself yesterday at that Trump rally in Valdosta, Georgia. You know, the one where thirty black students were forcibly rejected simply because they were black?
Yeah. That one.
And I have had the hardest time not attacking him. Verbally, of course. He was holding a sign that said, "Making America Great Again" or whatever that Trumpism is and I DID ask in a comment exactly what that meant. He didn't reply but his daughter did. Her comment was, "Yay!!! We will be laughing together inside because we both know why!!!"
I have a very strong feeling that the reason has a lot to do with race. Our president's race, the races of immigrants, the race of everyone in the world who has skin-color darker than theirs.
And as I've said over and over and over again, it is not Trump himself who scares me so much. It is the fact that he is given not only tacit approval but full-on, blood-pumping approval of racists spewing their hatred out loud.
I don't know if this is what the Donald set out to do, but the reality is- he has.
He tossed the match. The flame caught.
The fire is not under control.
So. Do I say anything more under that post?
What's the point? Because the truth of the matter is, these people do not care one bit about the truth. They do not care. They do not give a shit that DT is no more qualified to be president than my rooster is. In fact, that makes them happy! People like Obama scare the shit out of them because they KNOW he's smarter than they are, better educated than they are, more decent than they are and is far more successful in every way than they ever will be.
Nope. They like the Donald who is as white as white, who, no matter what incredible bullshit he comes up with, no matter how far-flung and ridiculous and impossible and hateful what he says may be because he gives them permission to say out loud what they've had simmering in their paranoid, angry brains and hearts forever.
Make America great again? Before no one had the vote except for white men?
I think that's probably the core of it right there.
When the true fact of the matter is, of course, that Donald Trump no more cares about them and their families than he cares about African American families or Mexicans or Muslims or the impoverished.
Again- they may even know this. And again, they don't care.
He's (supposedly) rich and white and has a wife who looks like a stripper and he isn't afraid to say what he thinks.
So. What are we to do?
Vote. That's all we can do.
I'd say we need to speak out but honestly- what good is that going to do? These Trumpers have heard all they want to hear which is that they can finally express the basest thoughts of their minds. And I am no longer going to be flabbergasted at the fact that their number is legion. I'm going to just accept the truth of it. I don't like it and in fact I hate it.
But it is what it fucking is.
I'm going to cook some green beans now.
Fucking vote, y'all. Please.