Calm Down

Today is International Kindness Day and I woke up wishing my country wasn’t so divided, as I’ve been doing every day since I started accepting that it is. The only way to get there, I’m told, is dialogue with those who disagree with you. So with an open mind and spirit, I listened to a radio program featuring three young, highly educated, well-spoken Young Republicans who were being interviewed to help us understand the results of last week’s election.

They say if we are frightened that just means we don’t understand him. We were sold a platform that their side was never given the opportunity to explain. They said that he never meant he was really going to do all the things he promised to do on the campaign trail. Because of media portrayals, those of us who disagree weren’t able to properly interpret the rhetoric. His statements that all Mexicans are rapists and he’s going to build a wall were just negotiating strategies. Even the young woman who had once described herself as “Never T- – – p” is “cautiously optimistic.” She was speaking on behalf of the RNC when she explained they never thought he could win, thereby openly admitting that the supporters themselves have no idea what to expect. And neither does the Republican Party.

Regarding the fears that more than half of US citizens are expressing, these whiz kids hope we’ll calm down. They absolve T- – – p of any responsibility for calming the fears of minorities and the LGBT community—that should be the responsibility of the media, they say. Apparently, on the campaign trail, the media, again, only painted the negative side of the story. Those of us who didn’t attend his rallies were never privy to what was really going on. Special interests on the left were just spinning things against their candidate. His supporters took him seriously, but they were discriminating enough never to take him literally. People and organizations on the left are stirring people up by telling them that he actually might mean what he says. Liberals have been sold a bill of goods by left-leaning organizations that want our money.

The bill of goods I’ve been sold is called the Bill of Rights. The rhetoric I believe is that all love is equal, that women by law have control of their bodies, and that my country will continue to tell others to “give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”

As in every instance on mainstream media for the past year, the interviewer never asked them a tough question. Never interrupting, but offering them the mic so that their story could be heard.

Just as that man sold interest in his casinos and tuition to his university to those who were down on their luck, he has now done it to the millions across the country who find themselves in dire straits. He’s laughing at you. He’s laughing at all of us.

I appreciate the conciliatory tone of the Young Republicans, urging me to calm down. I appreciate family and friends telling me the same thing. Like most people, I love being right, but I so hope I’m not this time.

And I’ll calm down—when every single one of my fears is proven completely unsubstantial.

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