Dear friends and random people I don't know telling me to "get over it":

Dear friends and random people I don't know telling me to "get over it",

Kindly shut the fuck up. (And I say that with all the love I have left in my blackened soul-less heart after last night's fiasco of a culmination of this election season).

Here's the thing. For most of you posting your gracious, positive-filled posts of hope, your candidate won. I get it. It's inconvenient for you to gloat and goad when your friends are like totally bummed out for realsies, amirite? I mean, major mood kill. Why are these people harshing on your "all love" and "come together" vibes that came from out of the deepest point of the center of the earth all of a sudden?! I mean your candidate won the electoral vote, so it's time we alllllll completely erase our memories and forget the entire platform on which he ran, because psssh -- just because you voted for a guy whose entire campaign was molded on hate, fear-mongering, and discrimination of minorities and women's rights... you totally don't actually back all of the that stuff.  So, your friends need to get over it. Now, you think it's time for unity. I mean not really, since that's not what Trump has been preaching for the last year in a half-- but it sounds nice to say, doesn't it?

Plus, let's be honest here... you like listening to yourself pretend to be the voice of positivity and reason and guiding light. You're like totally above the negativity and hate that transpired during this election season, right? I mean, doesn't it feel good when your friends comment on you post and compliment you for being "so positive" and writing "yaaaaaassssss queen!"?

But lets real talk for a second.

You have got to be out of your fucking mind if you're going to demand on insisting how everyone react to the election results. OUT OF YOUR MIND.  How about I decide how I'm going to grieve the death of the idea of what I thought America stood for? I think I'm certainly allowed to have more than, oh I don't know, 24 HOURS, to get over it, ESPECIALLY since I've heard you bitching for the last eight fucking years solid about your contempt for our current President, Barack Obama.

And speaking of "coming together," um, we were with the candidate whose literal campaign slogan was "stronger together." We're pretty aware of what "needs" to happen. You're not enlightening us in any way. You're asking us to silence ourselves so you can stuff your face with hate-filled cake and feel good about it. But don't worry. I get it -- just because you voted for a man who discriminates against minorities, assaults and objectifies women, wants to number and ban Muslims, has suggested censoring the media, mocked a disabled reporter, and has suggested that voters use their "second amendment rights" to show Hillary what's up --I'm supposed to know that just because you're eating the celebration cake... you don't actually embrace all those things. So you tell me.

So do me a favor. Don't dictate to me how I should feel about something I'm passionate about. Have some of this grace you talk about and understand that the majority of the population that voted for the other candidate just had their dreams and hopes for the U.S. crushed and stomped on in every imaginable way possible. Let us be angry. Let us grieve. Let us process what in the actual fuck just happened while you drink your Mazel Tovs mmmmmkay?

I've been called a liberal cunt today from a Trump supporter because I had the audacity to still be disgusted by Trump's pussy grabbing comments. I've been called a democratic bitch because - GASP I'M A WOMAN WHO HAS DARED TO POST MY OPINIONS ON MY OWN FUCKING PAGE UNAPOLOGETICALLY.  I was told to "grow up" when someone asked for just "one example of Trump being racist" and I provided three different resources. Some absolutely BATSHIT insane stuff happened with a woman who disagreed with me that I actually am not at liberty to discuss. My friend's hispanic nanny had a rock thrown at her car yesterday while she got out to vote.  An American-Muslim acquaintance of mine was shouted at from a car, telling her, her days are numbered. Gloating Republicans were actually hash tagging #letthehatebegin.

This is not the America I know and love. These are not people I'm proud of. While you celebrated electing a man who calls women to ugly to assault, uses charitable contributions for lawsuits, and bragged about the size of his penis.... I'm crying that my daughter is living in a time where people still behave like this and hate everyone else so much. LET ME FUCKING HAVE A GODDAM MINUTE before you jump down my balls about being a gracious loser.

Don't challenge me to be whatever the fuck you want me to be today so it's convenient for you.

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