You know, I have a real problem with President Trump. Shocking, I know. And quite frankly, I don’t know where to even start. It’s the blatant racism, the despicable hatred of women, the lying, the collusion with Russia, the inevitable blow-up with North Korea, the NFL argument, the twitter ridiculousness, and I mean, I could go on. I remember last November. It was almost a year ago, but I remember it so well. I was up until 2a.m. crying and drinking wine. I could not believe that a person who campaigned on hate won on the premise of making America great again. I still can’t wrap my brain around it.
And now, almost one year and 10 months into his presidency, here we are. To be fair, I am as liberal as they come. I am a come-as-you-are, let-your-freak-flag-fly, love yourself, hugs for everyone, kind of woman. Kindness is the trait I value most in anyone I come across. And 45 doesn’t have an ounce of kindness in his body. He felt pompous enough to criticize John McCain, a long-term Senator, former Presidential candidate, and Prisoner of War, for getting captured because, “He doesn’t like his heroes captured.” That was cool to say. To be disrespectful of someone that almost gave his life for our country just to be a mean person (I mean really, nothing good came from that) served him well in his campaign. Well, now apparently exercising a right in which the military fights for us to have is enough to be blacklisted by 45. So, it’s okay to completely demean and degrade our actual soldiers, but when a protest—a peaceful protest that has absolutely nothing to do with the military—is abhorrent.
Well excuse me, Mister President (which, *vom*), you lost the popular vote by 3 million votes. Your ratings are abysmal. You care more about distracting your fans with good drama, reminiscent of your reality tv days, on twitter versus dealing with all the actual shit you have happening. Your staff turns over more than the founding father currently do thinking about you running this country. You’re being investigated for collusion, which HELLO, we all know you are guilty of. You are putting us on the verge of a nuclear war with North Korea, and in all of this—where is your pride in this country? Where is your love of the American people? It’s nonexistent. Because you don’t care about this country. You speak one language, sir—and it’s money. You don’t care about the people of this country. You know what you care about? Undoing every single thing our last president (which, Mr. Obama? We love you. We miss you. I am sorry.) implemented. You are such a racist and hateful person that you don’t care who you hurt in the process as long as you are also hurting people of color and especially Barack Obama.
Well, we here at Wire and Honey have had enough. We don’t stand with you, Mister Trump. We don’t stand for any of the things you believe in. We don’t support you, we don’t like you, and most of all, we don’t want you running our country. See, even your supporters are going to be hurt by the policies you withdraw and then enact. You are disgusting. Vile. Grotesque. We will never stand with you.
Instead, we stand with the dreamers. You want to take away their entire lives. We will support them. We will help them, love them, and if it comes down to it, I will absolutely open my home and my heart to keep them in this country, THEIR country. And we stand with them.
We stand with the women of color fighting for their seats at the table. We cannot undo racist and sexist policies without representation from women of color. We need them and we will fight for them, and when they have their chance (which we WILL give them), they will take you down. They will prove how worthy they have been this entire time. They will not only get their seat at the table, they will run the meeting. And we stand with them.
We stand with our Muslim brothers and sisters. A peaceful and loving religion, we give them our love, our friendship, and any protection we have to offer. See, Islam is a peaceful religion. Because there are radical groups, all Muslims are targeted as being violent. And as for your travel ban, 45? You are revolting and we will absolutely not stand for it. Instead, we stand for freedom of religion. A right that our military has fought for since the beginning. Islam is not a violent religion and we will not take discrimination against our Muslim brothers and sisters. We will fight for them. And we stand with them.
We stand for our black brothers, who are violently and needlessly murdered at the hands of those meant to serve and protect every single day. These men are brothers, fathers, sons, teachers. They are humans. They are guilty of one unacceptable crime—being black. And they are brutally murdered because of it. They are demonized while white male criminals are victimized. It is unacceptable. Trayvon Martin, a child—A CHILD—was criticized for stealing candy and smoking pot, and it was used as an excuse in his murder. “Well, maybe he should have…” is a real popular comment among the keyboard warriors in a black man’s slaying. But that awful human creates mayhem and devastation in Las Vegas, and articles float around discussing why he was really the victim in this whole catastrophe. We will not allow men to be excused because they are white and vilified because they are black. Our black men deserve better in this country. And we stand with them.
Mister Trump, we will never stand with you. We don’t now, we didn’t last year, and we won’t ever. You have proven yourself unworthy in so many ways. You know, I truly miss having a president that understood the impact his words had on people, thought carefully, and spoke provocatively and lovingly. And before 44, we had 43. And I miss form 43 a man who never hesitated in saying we should not discriminate against the basis of religion, but instead on the actions and character of each person. I miss that. And you don’t give us that. You will always be known as “Mr. Grab-them-by-the-pussy”.
And let me tell you, 45. You are exhausting. Every single day I wake up and I think it can’t be worse than yesterday. And every day you prove me wrong. I am tired of fighting. I am tired of hearing about yet another thing to be angry about. I am tired of feeling like I can’t even survive because the weight of frustration and hopelessness is going to envelope me and swallow me whole. But here’s the thing, we are stronger than you. You can’t handle a single negative remark about yourself. You act worse than a toddler when confronted with critique or disappointment. You can’t handle yourself in a public setting. You’re embarrassing and cringeworthy at best. A criminal and disgusting piece of garbage truly, though.
But we will not stop. Never. Until you are gone, white supremacy is gone, our country truly is great. Finally, not again. Say it with me, “Make America Great, FINALLY.”
We stand with the silenced, the abused, the misunderstood. We stand with those that fight for and love our country. We stand with those that want to be here, that want to make a difference. And frankly, we stand against you, 45. And while we will never, ever, be the voice of the marginalized, we will damn sure fight as hard as we can to be their microphone.