I’m not ok

And I will not get over it. 

I was raised on Love Thy Neighbor morals. 

Even if we didn’t always, at least we mostly did. And there was church on Sundays if we failed. 

There have always been the haves and the have nots. It’s just that when they look and act and farm like us, we understand them better.

We blame them less.

Not judging isn’t politically correct, it’s polite. It’s humane. 

But now it’s all out in the open. 

It’s like a Dr. Pimplepopper video. It’s oxygenated now. It oozes. 

The hatred, the judging, the mean words. Minds remain narrow while mouths have gotten bigger. 

Billionaires are going to be running the country. And the country is scratching and clawing to be the first in line for the prez elect’s scraps. Which he will throw to the dogs, not the people. 

Everyone is saying Buckle Up it’s going to be a long 4 years. As if we are going anywhere. 

We are, collectively, going nowhere. 

Nowhere good. 

 I just hope we all survive.