I’ve been pretty quiet across social media and my blog the last few days. This close to the election, nothing else seems very significant. A week from now could be the beginning of the end or a new beginning entirely. I’ve never been so nervous about an election in my life.

In 2016, I didn’t know enough about Trump to really be scared. I knew I didn’t like him, but I had no idea just how awful of a person he really was. This year he’s saying all the quiet parts out loud with pride; promising mass deportations, insane tariffs, and completely going back to the dark ages in terms of women’s reproductive rights. The anti-trans political ads are making me sick to my fucking stomach.

It’s not a matter of picking “the lesser evil” it’s a matter of picking someone who’s okay with turning an entire population against itself for personal gain vs someone who is, at the very least, an actual politician who doesn’t operate on pure hatred and vanity.

I’m trying to tune out the noise but who am I kidding. I’m going to be on edge until the results are in. If Trump wins, we’re obviously fucked but if he loses we might be equally fucked. I really don’t think the cult of MAGA will accept a Harris win and I know Trump will do everything he can to stir shit up and cause as much chaos as possible. Hopefully I’m wrong and I’m just getting worked up for nothing.

I just want shit to stop feeling like we’re in a bad movie.