This was originally published at Missing Filter by Basic Pitch on November 9, 2016.
What the actual fuck?
To the “Evangelical” Republicans:
You never again get to come at me or anyone else with any “moral” superiority. You sold your eternal souls to make sure a man who, through both words and actions, spurns everything you claim to stand for. Put your bible away, it means even less to you than it does to me. You’ve elected a man who has no respect for the values you claim to hold dear. Live with your choice, just like you’re forcing me to.
To the Third Party Voters:
I’d like to thank you for deciding that your abstract principles are more important than mine, and millions of others, very real lives. You decided that the fact that Hillary rubbed you the wrong way was more important than the rights and dignity of millions of people. You just helped a man who believes all who aren’t straight, CIS, white, men are second class citizens.
To the “Bernie Bros”:
Fuck you. I loved Bernie too. He was my first choice as well, but HOW COULD YOU? How could you go from Bernie to Trump? How could you go from the revolutionary ideals that Bernie represented to the backward, racist, xenophobic, sexist, homophobic views represented by Trump?
To the “Never Hillary” Democrats:
Just fuck off. I’m sorry you’re so threatened by a woman in power.
To the “I’m With Her” Democrats:
Are you ok? Seriously. I’m not. I’m defeated. I feel broken. I didn’t start with her, I felt all the Bern, and I still do. But when the writing was on the wall I understood I couldn’t let my disappointment keep me from making the only choice left that made sense. This election proves to me that in America love doesn’t trump hate. Women, POC, LGBT+, the disabled, the disenfranchised simply don’t matter. I’m heartbroken. I didn’t want to believe this country was still so backward. It seemed like progress, while maddeningly slow, was happening. It’s clear now that it was all superficial. I’ll have to pull up my big girl panties, wipe away the tears, and start fighting again tomorrow, but tonight I’m broken.