THE EMPEROR HAS NO CLOTHES

OK. I'm a coward. I accept it. I want to die at ground zero in the first blast, not linger with radiation sickness for weeks. I don't like pain.

I don't watch news much, or pay attention to all the hate and anger in the world. Not because I am immune to it, but because it triggers so much anxiety and pain in me. I act out of fear and pain after a dose of "reality" and the news. I live as though I am the one throwing the stone and the one have the stone hit me. I see both sides. It's exhausting, so I choose to ignore as much as I can. But at the same time, I can't just condone what I see going on around me by inaction. I must stand up to things and object to things.

So, I see Donald Trump turning his back on the people who voted for him by every word and deed. We used to put people like him away. He's a danger to himself and others. Now, we applaud him - well not me, but people around me do...

So, I see a world in which a complete fraud has been perpetrated on the US of A. It sickens me. The "draining of the swamp" is instead packing it full of the very vultures who have the most to gain. They've already gained a lot.

But a fraud is a fraud is a fraud. The Emperor has no clothes. He's running around naked and everyone is acting like it's all OK. It isn't OK. Things are not right.

People like Trump used to be hauled off in straitjackets to the looney bin. That's where he belongs. He's insane.

Unfortunately for the rest of us, he is the head of the country - or on his way to becoming that.

We already have proven voter fraud in 5 machines. The seals have been tampered with and the votes nullified. All the votes. We need not just a recount, but a re-vote with UN oversight. In the four states where there is fraud, we need to do this. Not universally. Give a week for all the early voters, everybody who voted, to vote again. Three UN overseers in each polling place, and strict control of the machines.

Let's see what really goes on. Trump may not be the winner. His swamp may be drained well, yet.

What Trump Means to Me....

What a Trump presidency tells me is that I'm not welcome in this country anymore.

I was born into a world that was rapidly changing, accepting blacks, whites and LGBT persons; accepting of religions other than Christianity; welcoming, though guarded against, immigrants from all over the world. The ballot was printed in 21 languages and alphabets, so everyone could participate who was eligible.

Today, I know that world is dead. Trump being elected means that people like me, people who are different in any way, are not welcome in America anymore.

I was a girl child, and from the cradle, I was used as a sex toy for men. When I grew up a little bit and "didn't want to play anymore," I was tossed away. I've made my way since then in a slow, pondering way because I had no guidance and many obstacles. I had little support because I was a girl and no money behind me.

I've watched as this country has come apart at the seams, with hate, anger and the war of advantages between the haves and have-nots.

Today, with a new morning, the Republican party holds control of all three branches of government. This means that all the safety nets of the last 100 years will be undone. No more social security, no more child labor laws, no more medicare, no more women voting. We will be returned to the turn of the 1900s, when white men held all the control.

Problem is, the country is no longer run by white men. They just don't know it yet. They coerce women to do their will, force Christianity down everyone's throat, push through pipelines over waterways, cut trees, and destroy wilderness.

All for money. You can't eat money. You can't drink money. And if you don't pay your workers a living wage, they can't buy what you sell. The whole house of cards will come down.

I'm not welcome here. I was born here, but I had an obvious disadvantage. I was a girl. What about everyone else who is not welcome here? Is slavery coming back? Sounds like it. And LGBT? Better hide it.