Dear Prez-elect Mr. T.,
I did not vote for you. I did not vote for your Democratic counterpart either. I could not, in good conscience, color in either of the ovals beside your names. I have no clue whatsoever I hoped would happen overnight Tuesday; perhaps in my naivety, I prayed that we would awaken to unicorns, rainbows and a leader of the free world that everyone found acceptable. Boy, was I disappointed.
As a staunch Independent, with a capital “I,” party politics hold no sway over me. After much, valid research, I vote for whomever I feel would perform the duties of the highest office in this land in the best possible manner.
I would vote for an alien mold spore if I felt so led. In fact, had there been an alien mold spore on the ballot with opposable thumbs, for signing all those mandates you know, it would likely have had my backing.
If I’m honest with myself, I’m not saddened that a Republican won. I believe in taking turns and frankly after at least 8 years of paying all those salaries and getting nothing accomplished in return except bickering, grandstanding and obstruction, I am ready for something, almost ANYTHING to get accomplished even if it is only an agreement on what to order for lunch. As a woman who will drive 20 miles out of my way to avoid a traffic tie-up just to keep moving, I’m game for some forward momentum.
I AM disgusted that the Republican had to be you.
As we’ve endured this agonizing process — far too long; far too expensive — I’ve observed. I’ve listened. I’ve watched. I’ve read. I’ve pondered. I’ve studied.
Nothing that I’ve learned from all of this could have ever convinced me that you are qualified for this job. Nothing.
Let me explain my views on your views:
Women and work: My oldest sister Judy was a woman of the 1960s. Like most of the women in our family, she was bright, intelligent, strong, independent, cussedly stubborn and fearless. A math major — when women weren’t supposed to be able to add — she was cheated out of jobs EVEN WHEN SHE WAS THE MOST QUALIFIED APPLICANT. I remember her wrath when she scored higher on a math test than anyone, yet was told that the job had gone to a male because, “well, honey. He has a family.”
Watching her endure these sexist slights, even as a very young girl, colored my view of the workplace and a woman’s struggle to be treated in an equitable manner. I’ve been fortunate. I have had to over-prove myself at times to simply be respected but I’m grateful for Judy and the other women of her ilk who paved a path for me.
I’ve watched you Mr. T., as you’ve spoken to and about strong women in the most despicable manner. True, you have a daughter who has shown some spunk but you’ve also debased that same daughter by talking about her in the basest way.
You disgust me.
Women as sexual objects: Where do I begin? Tied to the previous Women and work segment reasoning, is your obvious propensity to see females as your play things — only the attractive ones per your own admission — but play things nonetheless.
You sir are, in my opinion, a sexual predator. How do I know? Because I’ve been on the end of unwanted advances, awkward gropes and uninvited comments. I’ve felt embarrassed and angry and helpless at times. And I kept my silence. Why?
I may be one of the few who actually believe the late-breaking stories of victims of your unwanted pawing. I believe them because I know how difficult it would have been to confront a powerful man and be believed. I attempted to express these views with the explanation that coming forward at the time can be extremely difficult — an avoidance of rocking the boat — only to be met with blustering bravado statements BY OTHER WOMEN of how THEY would have handled it at the time, with violence and venom. Really?
That’s why victims remain silent. That’s why you have power over some of us. We are met with disbelief even from our own gender. I’ve learned and am still learning that until I can walk in another’s shoes, I cannot judge their reactions to any given situation.
You disgust me.
Bullying and bravado: Your tendency to react with petulant retorts anytime you feel slighted, worries me. It leads me to believe you have no self-control [evident by your predatory nature] and a cool head is a characteristic for which I look in a leader.
The schoolyard bully descriptions of anyone who is different or has angered you or is just someone you dislike, reminds me of my high school tormentors. I still carry the emotional scars from the mean-spirited treatment from Harold, Preston and Tommy — all alpha male athletes who, no matter how hard I tried to fly under the radar, found great pleasure in making my school day miserable in some form or fashion. Who knows why bullies such as you or them choose the targets you do — is it some kind of power trip thrill?
Every time you resorted to your man-baby, arrogant, crowd-thrilling hate speech, my skin would crawl and those emotional scars would reopen like fresh wounds.
You have the qualities of a narcissistic sociopath* and you disgust me.
*Hallmarks of a sociopath: Callous unconcern for the feelings of others.
Gross and persistent attitude of irresponsibility and disregard for social norms, and obligations.
Incapacity to maintain enduring relationships, though having no difficulty in establishing them.
Very low tolerance to frustration, a low threshold for discharge of aggression, including violence.
Incapacity to experience guilt or to profit from experience, particularly punishment.
Markedly prone to blame others or to offer plausible rationalization for the behavior that has brought the person into conflict with society.
General policy [or lack thereof]: There was never any “there” there in any of your policy talks. Vague notions for keeping people out, lowering taxes, bringing back jobs, bombing people, conservative Supreme court selections — all bluster with no real, concrete, workable details.
A friend of mine wrote that he felt that you were like the dog who chases the bus and !Surprise! you caught it. Do you have any plans Mr. T.?
- Jobs: You can plan to open as many factories to build widgets as you wish but if there is not a market for said widgets, those factories will close. Our widgets are going to cost far more than the foreign-made widgets and in a Wal-Mart economy, no one is going to want to pay more for USA-made widgets.
I’ve found it very interesting and very telling that displaced steel workers who support you, are now questioning the actual possibilities that you will be able to bring back jobs.
- Abortions: Overturning Roe v Wade will not and cannot eliminate abortions. Period. Legal or no, desperate women will find a way; it’s always happened and it always shall. It may not be right but a law or a lack will have no bearing.
I’ve been especially puzzled by my friends who have used this one, sole issue as their benchmark for opting to hold their noses and vote for you. As I see it, you want to protect the unborn as long as they’re American, yet you also want to “bomb the sh*t out of ISIS”…all the while, more than likely also killing many innocents — born and unborn. I cannot split hairs that finely in my own mind.
- A Conservative Supreme Court: This other hot button issue has been brought up time and time and time again yet history has shown that oftentimes the most conservative president can select the most conservative nominee only to have them flip their internal liberal switch once seated.
But enough about all that. You’re a busy man.
I know that many have said that God can use you as a flawed man, but this has puzzled me also. If God can use you as morally bankrupt as you appear to be, couldn’t that same omnipotent God have used your opponent even with all her issues? That logic seems a shade wonky to me.
Before I close, I’ll just make this request:
PROVE ME WRONG, MR. T.
The saying goes that a leopard cannot change his spots. I challange you to turn those spots you now wear into sensible pinstripe.
R.E.S.P.E.C.T. That’s all I ask for me and all the disenfranchised who are feeling like “less thans.”
The ball is in your court.
Make me respect you.
A confused, concerned, worried, menopausal woman full of spit and vinegar who doesn’t want to come to Washington and pull out her full Aretha Franklin imitation but will if necessary.