No one died. No war was lost. No one was diagnosed with an incurable disease. A candidate lost her bid for elected office. She was not entitled to the office. It wasn’t bequeathed to her. It wasn’t “her” time simply because she’s a she. She had to earn it. She didn’t. She lost.
Winning and losing happens all the time in a Republic. Heck, it happens all the time in life. People lose jobs, lose relatives, lose relationships, lose money, lose games, lose weight. People find love, embrace careers, have babies, build businesses, win games, gain weight. Sometimes good things happen to bad people. Sometimes bad things happen to good people.
Used to be, when troubling mysteries (like losing something one had staked her whole life on) afflicted someone, she’d get on her knees, pray for wisdom and understanding, read the Good Book, go to church, get some heavenly perspective, and go about her business. Now that secularism is the religion, people turn to each other and freak out. Granted, if salvation depended on the smelly hippie standing next to me, I’d freak out, too.
That’s the problem with being a secular humanist. The solutions have to come from “society” and when leftists look around, they’re appalled at more than half of society. So, really, it’s only the special, most enlightened humans that humanists want to listen to — other people just like them. Trump voters fall into the “deplorable” category. They’re people (kind of) who shouldn’t be included in civil society.
Confronted with the other half of their culture, a culture hidden from them by the media, a culture that supposedly no longer exists, Obamabots are withering like the Wicked Witch of the West. So how did stoic, hard-working, yes, Puritanical America turn into a whiny bunch of Frenchies and Sprockets?
The world has had enough of President Mom Jeans and was not interested in being hectored by grandma for four or eight years. It’s time to get some shit done and that means sucking it up, dealing with the loss, and going to work. Either you’re the loyal opposition, or maybe, just maybe, there’s some common ground that can be found so that something wonderful can happen.
We’re Americans. We’re better than cry-ins and safety pins and foot-stomping marches that end in self-destructive riots in Democrat-run cities. I blame Boomers. They coddled these overgrown babies. Kick them out of the nest, force them to get a job, and have some freaking self-respect. Only two generations ago, young Americans were freeing the world from fascists and they weren’t doing it with buckets of salty tears. They did it with blood and sacrifice.
Everyone is out of the closet. Everyone has equal opportunity. Now, it’s time to build a future so that the selfie-stick generation has something to look at and live in besides themselves.
Enough. Time to grow up, America. Instead of looking inward, look outward. There’s a great nation filled with amazing people innovating, building, and growing, and they’ll accelerate this greatness now that the boot of the government is off their necks. It’s something to celebrate, you’ll see– but one must take a breath between sobs and open one’s eyes to see.
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