The white guy date rapist elite are now in charge and the country is being told to be quiet and roll over and take it…it’ll all be over soon. Nope.

By Andrew J. Pridgen

A couple days after the election and it is finally sinking in. The hangover is starting to feel like a permanent condition, something that may require medication—or maybe it’s just a sign we need to just keep self-medicating. Sunglasses and ibuprofen, as long as we can afford it, don’t seem to be cutting it.

The people, for what we have been told, have spoken. The Electoral College, for the second time in this weathered but still young in years century, has proved itself at the least outmoded and at the worst, harmful, maybe fatal our entire democratic process. But the reality remains the same, we have selected the neo-Nazi’s first choice, a demagogue who has absolutely no fucking clue how to govern…or even how to turn on a computer so he can google “how to govern”, to run a nation with a cohort of at least 50 million quasi-literate opiate- and device-addicted hoarders and half wits.

Pundits, politicians, and prognosticators have stuck with the post-election playbook which is basically, we know some the majority of you are disappointed, but now be nice.

“Everybody is sad when their side loses an election. But the day after, we have to remember that we’re actually all on one team. This is an intramural scrimmage. We’re not Democrats first; we’re not Republicans first. We are Americans first. We’re patriots first. We all want what’s best for this country.” — Obama.

Apple CEO Tim Cook, the only openly gay runner of a company with more than $230 billion in reserves yet still trying to market a watch with a blank screen, did some more high-roading of his own yesterday for his 37k employees worldwide, busting out the old MLK quote cut-and-paste followed by: “Regardless of which candidate each of us supported as individuals, the only way to move forward is to move forward together.”

Moving forward together. Intramural scrimmage. We are Americans first.

I say fuck that noise. Not this year. Not this election. And especially not this president-elect.

I say fuck that not out of sheer anger or disappointment or outrage, though all of those things are currently churning my stomach, I say fuck that because this is a different kind of candidate a different kind of election and it will yield, whether we like it or not, different results than the country has ever seen.

Letting up now is not an option.

I understand the reasons for the reasonable language. No matter what they say in private, the immediate priority for our leaders is to ensure the peaceful transfer of power. Socially, economically and, frankly, for the world to see, we need to get out of bed, turn some undies inside out, put on our mascara, tie our hair back and get back to work. We are Americans, it’s what we do.

But as Donald Trump deploys his clown car of miscreants, corporate shills, political hacks and has-beens (and I’m assuming there’s a Juggalo or three on his short list as well) to try to basically undo all the economic, social services and environmental protections and safeguards that politicians, NGOs, nonprofits, and—most notably—concerned citizen activists have worked literal lifetimes to build and maintain, we are supposed to just sit by and say OK and be good with that?

Again. Fuck. That. Shit.

The alt-right has pestered, besmirched, lied, gerrymandered and—worst of all—been obstructionist to the point of treason for most of the last decade and a half and now that they have the fucking rock we’re just supposed to lay down and let them take it to the house?


No fucking way.

All of a sudden the whole morality play the Right has rolled out for a century gets defenestrated in exchange for a major power suck up to the Dark Lord himself, and Mitch Fucking McConnell and his turkey neck is suddenly eager to do his job and help repeal the EPA’s Clean Power Plan and the Affordable Care Act with no discernible plan to replace them other than to put it in the hands of the free market and let corporations set the tone.

Fuck you.

Liberal elitists, as Garrison Keillor wrote yesterday, aren’t very good at shoving their agenda down the nation’s throat. They’d rather enjoy the Sunday Times, a cup of Constant Comment and two-egg-white omelette in a lonely corner of the home where the sun barely peeks through the shutters while the birds go about their business on the other side of the window pane.

But now the perennial nice guy in the oxford and chinos and Warby Parkers is being forced to redefine himself as the purveyor of obstruction and the sayer of “no” in order to curb the destruction. And if that means tearing the sleeves off and tossing away the mouth guard, so be it.

The ACLU and its pledge to sue baby sue the Trump administration into submission is a step in the right direction. Trump and his surrogates must be undone by the same legal system the whole lot has used and abused to bully and undermine and punish the innocent their entire careers. The team that wrote the book on how to create a quagmire will now have the same one thrown at them.

Over and over and over and over.

It is impossible to predict what will happen over the next two years with all three branches bleeding red and ready to march over progress, common sense and basic human decency. As an early indicator, Trump’s designers are already remodeling the West Wing to resemble the second Death Star. It’s gonna be huuuuuge. It’s gonna be the most magnificent Death Star you’ve ever seen. And while Obama and Tim Cook are great, this time around I am heeding the advice of the prophet Dalton:

“All you have to do is follow three simple rules. One, never underestimate your opponent. Expect the unexpected. Two, take it outside. Never start anything inside the bar unless it’s absolutely necessary. And three, be nice. …I want you to be nice until it’s time to not be nice.”

It’s time not to be nice America.

Andrew J. Pridgen is the author of “Burgundy Upholstery Sky”.