Worried Anxiety

I worried my stomach into a near ulcer today.

The election is driving me crazy. With each passing day, Trump’s cult of followers are becoming increasingly unstable and unpredictable. I fear greatly what these cultist across the country might do.

They are threatening, even assaulting, poll workers. They are setting fire to voting drop boxes and Postal Service mailboxes. They are violent, mindless drones willing to do anything for their leader whose rhetoric grows more hateful, absurd and unhinged. My dislike of him aside, he has seemed unwell lately, like a loopy grandfather slowly slipping in memory loss. I feel sorry for him. This is making him more susceptible to whatever he is told. Tell him illegal immigrants are eating pets, and he restates and defends it, even when presented with the facts that the entire statement is a lie.

His defenders claim he speaks in hyperbole while simultaneously claim they like him because he speaks his mind. They can’t have it both ways, but their cult mindset prohibits them from seeing the fault in their statements.

I wonder, is this what it felt like when Germany gave so much power to Hitler, thinking he really wouldn’t do what he’s ranting about? If Trump gets this power again, I fear for everyone. He’ll abuse the power until there’s no one left to stop him, and his followers will feel embolden to attack citizens they don’t like. Heck, if he loses, his cult might feel cornered and lash out anyhow. It is driving me crazy with worry.

I had planned for Halloween to dress in a Trump-ish suit with a pumpkin head with a blonde wing. I bought everything. However, I now have second thoughts. Would I bring violence down upon me and my kids by those wacked-out Trump cultists? If so, would it be irresponsible of me to poke these entranced nut-jobs into violence or would I be a coward for not presenting my satire of how absurd he is? Poking fun at politicians used to be an American pastime, but these cultists are becoming increasingly emboldened to act violently.

So, win or lose, I’m worried. I feel unable to do anything and can only hope I can respond well if anything should happen to threaten my family. Of the latter, I’m not sure, giving me more to worry about.

Ahhhhhhhh! I so freaking hate this!