The hardest part is knowing who we live among.

[LuckyCharms]

I've been in "try to be positive" mode since the election.

But I have to get this off my chest, so I'm going to type it out.

Without hyperbole, Trump has done probably a million things, in public and without shame, that should have been the END of him.

Literally a million things.

But what really sucked the soul out of me was when he mocked that disabled reporter. I still can't believe that he was elected after he did that. I find it impossible. Surreal. Foul. Evil. Rage inducing. Tears of rage.

And here's what I'm getting at...people voted for that...thing.

I have not been able to reconcile that in my mind ever since it happened.

And the result of this one act has been profound for me. Because now I keep my circle small. I don't know who to trust. I mentally vet everyone new who I meet.

I wonder if they voted for that son of a bitch. And when I get just a whiff that they did, they're fucking gone.

And this is how that fucking bastard altered my life. My world view. My way of looking at things. And I'll never be the same because of it. Because I now know who is out there. All of my naivety has been stripped away. All of my happy innocence. My joy, my trust. From that one act, out of millions.

And this is what he has sown upon millions of people. This bizarre stripping of trust.

Some call it a form of PTSD. I don't know, I'm not an expert in such matters, but it sure feels like something unspeakably bad. And it is permanent.

So we can talk about stolen documents, about his shitty cabinet picks, his grifting, his whatever.

The REAL problem is what he did to the psyche of America.

For you Trumpers that are reading this...fuck you with a jackhammer. And I'll gleefully tell you this to your face with a smile, just to see what you'll try to do about it.