It’s been a daily thing, that twerp pissing me off. First, I grew up on the East Coast, mostly in the South, but with a one year stint in Pennsylvania. Even when I was a minor, we all knew how much of a buffoon, conman, racist, anti-semite, all-around general bigot, and jerk the twerp was and still is.
Next, my mother literally turned around overnight from calling the twerp the biggest liar she’d ever seen to being America’s savior. What changed? Why, he won the Republican nomination for the 2016 election. Now, my mother was born in 1933 and grew up in Richmond, Virginia, so her experience with White Privilege (by the way, just over a week ago, I learned a new term for that: caucasity) was quite different than mine, what with me being born in 1958. Mind you, Mom wasn’t what you’d call an intentional racist and actually, for most of my life, actually fought against the racism prevalent in Dixie, but in her waning years, she did start to buy the twerp’s nonsense. Mom passed away in April of 2017. She did not get to see the full impact of what she helped create by voting in Georgia for the twerp in the 2016 election.
Dad, who was also born in Richmond, but more “on the wrong side of the tracks” (poorer neighborhood), but not all that far from where Mom grew up. Dad was a year older than Mom. Having grown up poorer, his experience with White Privilege was also different than Mom’s and certainly different than mine. Dad graduated from Virginia Military Institute in 1955, a scant 13 years before VMI integrated. He went on to serve as an Army officer for, IIRC, 26 years, retiring as a Colonel. He, like Mom, was not an intentional racist either. When I was a minor, I saw him criticize others to their faces for casual racism. But, like Mom, he also in his waning years, began to buy whole hog the twerp’s nonsense, mainly because their main source of news became their only source of news. I’ll give you one guess what network that was. What perturbed me about seeing that decline in Dad is that for most of my life, he was the finest man I knew, truly a hero to me, and he literally saved my life when I fell asleep on a surfboard and floated about a mile out in the Gulf of Mexico; of course I did not know how to swim at that time. Dad passed away in February of 2018, so he also did not get to see the full impact of what she helped create by voting in Georgia for the twerp in the 2016 election.
And what pissed me off the most about the twerp who’s the subject of this thread? He actually instigated insurrection against the government of our country. And he did this on a day that is not only the Feast of the Epiphany, but also my mother’s birthday. I’d prefer to remember that day for something other than the president of my country committing treason, acting like a mob boss attempting to take over a rival mob’s territory, but here it is now.
It’s now 10:15 a.m., 20 January 2021 where I am, making it, 11:15 p.m., 19 January 2021 in Washington, DC. We have 12 hours and change before the biggest disgrace to ever tarnish the White House no longer holds the highest office in the land. I can hardly wait.
