The Dismantling of America By Haters

Doing My Best to Avoid the Haters

I’ve come to the conclusion the people who are currently dismantling this country, their supporters, and the people who elected some of them hate the country so much, they’re willing to tear it into tiny pieces and hand it over to the highest bidder. Their initial hatred and anger has escalated to the point where they’re completely blinded by the ramifications of their actions, and the overall effect on their own health and well-being.

If the belief that what’s happening only affects other people who “deserve” to be harmed still exists in their closed minds, they likely will continue to explain and excuse regardless of the blatant evidence before them. In the words of Ron White; “you can’t fix stupid”. The trouble is, we’re all being sent down the river, regardless of our awareness. It’s simply more painful to us than it is to the blissfully oblivious.

Whether or not those who voted for this travesty wanted what’s coming or not, in my eyes, they’re responsible for continuing to justify the acts which predicted the outcome. As such, there are many I once considered friendly acquaintances whose presence I can no longer tolerate…and it’s affecting my social life irreversibly. Though it was hardly the motivating factor which led me to change where I go and who I go with, it’s certainly causing me to think twice about going certain places where I know I’m uncomfortable with not only the political, but the social leanings. My tolerance for intolerance is at an all-time low.

Feeling My Own Hypocrisy

I realize this makes me somewhat of a hypocrite, and yet, tolerating hate, exclusion, and the degradation of women is beyond my ability to either comprehend, or accept. As such, I’m uncomfortable (to say the least) around people who’ve proven at the voting box these things are OK with them. Knowing they approved of at least part of this country’s destruction at the hands of the person they chose and his cronies sticks so deeply in my craw I’m choking on all the words that want to come out.

I know the people in my own social world to whom I’m referring here won’t read this, as they don’t follow my blog (I know this because there has been no backlash to similar posts I’ve written), but if they did, I suspect I’d be unfriended and ostracized by them now. I’m perfectly fine with that, as I’m starting to lean more towards my extreme friends who’ve been speaking out more courageously than I for the last few years in wishing to distance myself from the haters, but also the blind justifiers. Neither position will ever make this a better world, and both are feeding the malignancy in the growing Dystopia.

I find myself cheering as Tesla stock tumbles, though my own portfolio has lost a great deal of value in the last week or so as well. Though I don’t actually see it happening, I am cheering every percentage point that draws the evil, Hitler-loving bastard who’s been given more power than any elected official should have, much less an appointee, closer to financial annihilation. Bringing down a few greedy, power mad billionaires would be a boon to our society, if you ask me.

Watching Helplessly

I feel helpless as I watch our National Parks, Voice of America, Department of Education, and so many public institutions being gutted. My heart breaks for citizens being deported or detained illegally simply because they “fit the profile” by the real, violent criminals. I mourn a system of checks and balances which seems to have left the building permanently. The lunatics have truly taken over the asylum, and we’re on the fast track to complete ruin. So much for our still young, 250-year-old nation…if we actually make it to that 250th year.

I’m not usually one for doom and gloom, but from where I sit, the damage done in a mere 3 months makes the writing on the wall stand out in bold relief. Unless we can figure out a way to stand up to this madness, and bring it to a swift end, my grandchildren will not recognize, or even be able to read about the society and freedoms I’ve known and loved. It hasn’t been perfect by any means, but we were at least allowed to try to be respectful and tolerant; we at least acknowledged the non-white people who’ve helped make this country great, if not all the time, at least in some of the historical documents. I only hope we can somehow keep their legacies alive.

My sadness and disillusionment is further compounded as I see no evidence any of our elected officials or influential people are making the slightest effort to be the leaders they need to be to help turn the current tides. It seems like once they left office, or saw favor turn against them, they became the proverbial rats abandoning a rapidly sinking ship. Even the self-aggrandizing newsletters I was receiving from some of my elected officials have ceased. Has everyone who should be standing up for America pulled into their own, personal turtle shells?

Blaming Without Solutions Solves Nothing

Meanwhile, there are a few, like Heather Cox Richardson, who are happy to share the newest calamities and atrocities, but while a few of them promise solutions in their messages, I see nothing more than naming and blaming. Is it going to take another revolution, or worse, another World War? The only allies we have left are the vultures waiting to pick our bones clean. Those who might have stood shoulder to shoulder with us in the trenches have been well and truly alienated. They no longer recognize the United States as a viable, dependable ally, and with good reason.

To say I’m disappointed is an understatement; in my fellow Americans, in my representatives, in all of our elected officials who were supposed to uphold the Constitution, and work towards the greater good…and in myself for feeling so helpless and hopeless, I’m no longer able to find either the silver lining, or a place where I can make an actual contribution to help save us from the inevitable.

Clinging to Life’s Small Blessings

My gratitudes today are:

1. I’m grateful for still being able to speak my truth, though who knows for how long?
2. I’m grateful for at least being able to say I voted against this…for what it’s worth in the long run.
3. I’m grateful for the small space in time I have left to enjoy the freedoms I’d come to take for granted. Perhaps that’s part of the problem now.
4. I’m grateful for my own, little space on the web even if it’s frequented by few.
5. I’m grateful for the tiny part of me that believes there’s still hope, and a way I can contribute to keeping it alive. If only I could find it.

About the Author

Sheri Conaway is a Holistic Ghostwriter, and an advocate for cats and mental health. Sheri believes in the Laws of Attraction, but only if you are a participant rather than just an observer. Her mission is to Make Vulnerable Beautiful. In her spare time, she’s also an accountant with extensive experience in Government Contracting.