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DHSKMdzVYAANuF2It’s Sunday, August 20th and this has been one really tough week for the city of Charlottesville. Yesterday the media finally cleared out and we are left alone to grieve for our city, and to try to heal.

I might not be able to adequately express what this week was like. I might fail miserably at it, in fact. But I have to try.

My family and I struggled with whether or not we were going to stand up to those invading our town…whether we should brave the streets of Charlottesville in the name of equality and inclusion. My daughter and I had attended the KKK rally back  in July. It was certainly hectic, and I thought of that crowd multiplied by 5. That was scary enough.

Screen Shot 2017-08-18 at 10.59.02 AMThen I woke up to this on Saturday morning and the decision was clear…hubby and I felt the risk was too great, so we hunkered down in front of CNN and MSNBC to watch the events unfold.

It was exhausting. Watching the streets I have walked on, streets right around the corner from my office, being invaded by verminous thugs wearing riot gear, carrying guns, sticks, and batons was sickening.

We were in the middle of watching a live interview on CNN with a clergy member when she suddenly said, “I gotta go!” and was literally yanked out of the camera’s view and hustled to some safe location. Shortly thereafter, the shit hit the fan.

ss-unite-the-right-rally-20-546p-rs_3788f269ac38bbdd88b5e2d735866d15.nbcnews-ux-2880-1000We’ve all watched the images of water bottles flying through the air, fist being thrown, and clouds of pepper spray. See that newspaper box flying through the air? That is the paper I work for. And the other box with Real Estate Weekly on it? That’s mine too.

la-na-charlottesville-beating-20170813-1Once the police finally broke it up, the madness didn’t stop. We watched as some poor dude got the shit beat out of him at the entrance to the Market Street parking garage. We watched as he struggled to get away, tripping and falling repeatedly, with blood down his face.

It wasn’t even noon yet.

When I first saw the footage of the car attack my stomach hit the floor. I’ve walked up that street a thousand times – my office is just 4 storefronts away from that intersection. Cars traveling down that street are required to stop and wait, for no matter how long, until pedestrian traffic on the Downtown Mall is clear before you can proceed.

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I am AMAZED that nobody else was killed. That is a one-way street, so there is no need to see if traffic is coming from the opposite direction. My family and I spent the rest of the afternoon in a zombie-like state, staring at the TV and checking social media.

We are local, so we were getting reports from friends who were in Charlottesville that day. Hell, 5 of my coworkers were in and around the scene reporting for our paper. Facebook and Twitter were invaluable sources of information on that day.

And then trump went on the air. I cannot tell you how disgusted I was by his statements. Many sides. Fuck you. While I’ll admit Charlottesville folks were throwing punches, we were DEFENDING our city. We didn’t march in with clubs, guns, tiki torches, shields and bottles filled with urine.

If this vermin had never slithered into Charlottesville, our good people would have been spending that Saturday morning eating breakfast at Bodo’s, milling around the City Market with their baskets and man buns, or sipping coffee at the Mud House.

Do we not have the right to defend our city?

Sunday, August 13th
We headed into town. We felt the need to be there…to clean up if need be, and to support local businesses. There was still a very large media presence in town. The photo below was where most of the fighting had happened a mere 24 hours earlier.

20170813_121843Market Street, which the day before had been filled with Nazi slime, was now pretty much empty. I was glad to see our celebrate and embrace diversity banner was not torn down the day before.

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20170813_122011This is my poor little C-VILLE box…all battered and bruised from from being treated like a volleyball on Saturday. It actually held up quite well – the door wouldn’t open, but it held it’s shape surprisingly well.

At 2 pm we attended the Jason Kessler press conference. What a shit show that turned out to be. Lots of people were milling about, jockeying for position in front of City Hall. Hubby managed to get a spot right behind a CBS news crew.20170813_135916.jpgDavid Begnaud, who spent a lot of time covering these events, was right in front of us. I’d see him quite a few times around town over the next few days. Kessler, shown in the background of the photo above, was jeered from the second he stepped foot outside the building.

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20170813_135753.jpgIt didn’t take long for him to be approached and chased out of town. It was sort of angry mob-like, but without the violence and tiki torches. And let’s be fair. Kessler had tweeted “Heather Heyer was a fat, disgusting Communist. Communists have killed 94 million. Looks like it was payback time.” He’s lucky he left town with his ball in tact.

And we visited 4th Street. This is what it looked like on Sunday.

20170813_120640This is how it looked on Friday…

IMG_0375The entire street is a chalk tribute to Heather. It is sort of a sacred spot, which is why a couple of do-gooders erased the “Burn in Hell” over Jason Kessler’s name, along with the suck dick comment to the left.

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IMG_0370Her memorial on Wednesday had the Downtown Mall packed once again. It was a sea of purple, and thank goodness was void of any vermin…they had said they were going to “protest” her memorial. Fat chance fuckers…

IMG_0341The gentleman in the bow tie is Heather Heyers boss.

20170816_110151During the memorial, those who could not get in to the Paramount stood in solidarity outside.

IMG_0380.jpg I don’t know how long it’s going to take my town to get over this. There is going to be much finger pointing and much arguing. After seeing what happened in Boston yesterday, it’s apparent that the rallies in Charlottesville could’ve been handled a lot better.

The police stood by for most of the violence, only intervening when they were given orders to. Where were they when a newspaper box was a projectile weapon? Where were they when a man was getting the living shit beat out of him in a parking garage A MERE 15 FEET FROM POLICE HEADQUARTERS???

When the KKK came to town, they had barricades set up to keep the two sides apart. Why wasn’t that done this time? Why in the world was 4th Street, where all those people were run over, open to traffic?

There are lots of questions. This might not be over for a long, long time.

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It is no secret that I deeply despise the person most of you call President. That being said, when I heard about the March for Truth in Washington DC on Twitter a few months back, I decided I wanted to go.

My girls were all for it, more for the trip to DC than to stand up against our crooked disaster in chief. Hubby? He wasn’t thrilled. For the weeks leading up to the date of the protest, he tried to get me to attend ones closer to home…in Richmond or in Charlottesville, where we both work.

But there was something in me that felt the need to stand in the shadow of the White House and send a giant “Fuck You” to trump. It’s not as if we are that far from the Nation’s Capitol…just a few hours through the Virginia Countryside and then *gulp* up I-95. We can make the trip there and back in one day.

We decided to avoid the hassle of parking in the city, and opted to take the Metro train in from one of the commuter stations. This proved to be a big mistake. You see, both my husband and suffer from motion sickness, and this Metro train to DC was in by no means a smooth ride.

The train lurched and leaned and bobbed and weaved, it stopped and started and sped and slowed. It was a 45 minute ride from hell, where I had to sit with a cold water bottle pressed up against my neck or cheek or forehead, depending on how hard I was trying to keep my breakfast down.

When we finally arrived at the Smithsonian station I was so thankful, but fully aware of the fact that I still had to make that same trip back later in the day. But like Scarlett O’Hara says, “I won’t think about that today…I’ll think about that tomorrow” and we headed for the Washington Monument.

It was a beautiful day…blue skies, sunny, warm, but with enough of a breeze to make it bearable. The rally wasn’t to start for an hour or so, and we took that time to get closer to the white house, where I flipped trump the bird, followed by a trip to a food truck where my girls each ate a hot dog.

As the time for the rally to begin drew closer, more and people started to show up and gather in front of the stage, most with signs, flags and t-shirts. We had nothing. I didn’t want to have to carry a sign on the Metro train, possibly inviting trouble from a trumpling. All I had was “covfefe” printed on the back of my sing bag in black Sharpie. In the end I was sorry I didn’t have a sign.

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It was quite an experience…chanting, cheering, and booing with other Americans who are also disgraced by what is going on in our country…the lies, the evasion, the idiotic tweeting by the man child in charge, and all with the White House in clear view.

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After several speeches, the crowd moved to a spot on the grass right next to the Washington Monument, and formed our bodies to spell “Investigate trump.” My family and I make up the bottom part of the “R” in trump. Groups of photographers were raised up in a scissor lift to try and capture the image.

Unfortunately it wasn’t high enough…the letters are hard to make out. Oh well…the sentiment is there.

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After the rally we scarfed down a food truck lunch and poked around the Air & Space museum. But before long, hubby and my dogs were beginning to bark and we still had the long ride on the Metro to endure before we got to our car.

This Metro ride was far worse. There was a pack of very loud kids on the same car as us for most of the ride….the noise coupled with the sickening movements of the train were enough to swear me off the Metro forever.

I may head back up to DC for more rallies and marches in the future. Even though the event was on the small side, it felt good to feel like I was part of an attempt to speak out against all the crap being fed to us by this crooked administration. I was part of a group of like-minded folks who aren’t going to take trump’s bullshit lying down.

I just know that if I do head back…I’m driving all the way in. The Metro can go blow long and hard.

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It’s no secret that I hate Donald trump. I am patiently waiting for his impeachment, but I am guessing a major White House probe takes some time. So, in the meantime, here are a few things  I do to make me feel a wee bit better until trump is shown the back door to the White House, preferably in cuffs.

I refuse, flat out refuse to refer to him using the “P” word, other than to hashtag #NeverMyPresident. I’ll call him the Disaster in Chief, but never by the “P” word. He’s not worthy of it.

I have decided I will not use a capital letter in his name. He is not a proper person, so he is not entitled to a capital letter on his name. It’s silly, but I simply love doing it.

I refuse to fly the American flag. My husband was able to procure a few very large American flags from when he worked at a major entertainment venue. For years on national holidays we would drape one or more of these flags off our front deck.

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No comments about how it’s touching the ground. Hubby fixed it after he saw the photo.

But I refuse to do this while trump is still in office. I feel so unpatriotic about how things are going in Washington that I feel like flying this flag that I love would by hypocritical.

Ditto on singing the National Anthem. Thank goodness I never have to recite the Pledge of Allegiance because I don’t know if I could get through that one either.

Most days I pass a chalkboard wall near my office called the Freedom of Speech wall. And each time, if there is chalk and available space, I write #RESIST and “trump lies.”

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Many who see me writing it smile and nod once I’m done. So far I’ve never had anyone yell at me for it, but I see it erased or altered a lot. No biggie.

For a while some asshole was writing “THANKS ICE” on the wall. He’s entitled to his opinion, but not a day went by where it didn’t wind up saying “THANKS ICE CREAM” or “THANKS RICE” or “THANKS LICE” compliments of yours truly.

These are small, insignificant acts. My constant Twittering against trump, my Ides of trump postcards I mailed out, and the various other tactics I used to show my disrespect and displeasure towards the douchebag in the White House may be silly, but they make me feel so much better.

I may be petulantly persisting, but it’s a hell of a lot better than complacently complying.

#RESIST #PERSIST #NEVERMYPRESIDENT #IMPEACHtrump

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This past presidential election reminded me of the time I ran for class president in the fourth grade. I don’t remember what prompted me to run. Perhaps it was early enough in my school daze (where I hadn’t been pigeon-holed into the loser category) to where I actually thought I could win.

My opponent was the son of our town’s Mayor…smart, likable, and a boy I had had a crush on just the year before. I can remember our class sitting on the carpet in a circle, listening to our campaign speeches. My speech was something like Summer Wheatley’s speech in Napoleon Dynamite. I was promising longer recess, and monthly class trips.

That was when my opponent raised his hand and asked, “And how are you going to make that happen?” And I didn’t have an answer. And I felt really, really stupid, and ashamed for having not thought this through.

Unlike Trump, I have a conscience. I have a moral compass. I have integrity. And I don’t like to flat out lie. I lost that election.

Now, had I been born a narcissist and a bully, like Trump, rather than have my conscience take over, I would have called my opponent a scrawny geek, and spent the remainder of my speech pointing out all of his flaws, made up or real, just to deflect from the fact that it had been pointed out that my platform had no basis in reality.

Sort of like what’s going on now, right? Trump promised a wall. Trump promised that Mexico would pay for the wall. When asked how he was going to make this happen we heard about Hillary’s emails, or Obama’s failed policy, but never an actual answer.

Now we are building a wall and WE, the taxpayers, will pay for it. Trump assures us that the Mexicans will reimburse us, and his idiotic followers swallow this notion hook, line & sinker. Because all those dimwits have to hear is that THE WALL IS BEING BUILT. That’s all they care about. The fact that WE are going to pay for it makes no difference. That’s way down the line. As long as them dirty Mexicans are kept out, who cares who pays?

I am absolutely nauseated at what is happening since Trump took office. It’s as if he is checking off every box that the far, far right wants. Repeal the ACA. Throw out pre-existing conditions. Gag Twitter accounts. Close our borders.

And the scared, narrow-minded people who voted for him? They love it! Yay! Keep them bastards out! Shut them bastards up! Our way is the only way! I was just watching a video of the Governor of Washington chastising Trump for his recent immigration ban, and the comments section is blood-curdling. So much hate. So much denial. And frankly, so much blind stupidity.

And let’s not forget the lies. The lies about his crowd size at the inauguration. The lies about losing the popular vote. The lies about voter fraud.

So here we go. It should be an interesting couple of months – stuff our country, as we know it, has never experienced. Because there is a lunatic at the controls.

Here this now. I will never call him President. I will never refer to his post as a presidency. I just won’t. Because I know as a 4th grader, I showed more integrity than he has now.

Trump is liar and a con man, but I don’t think his followers will ever recognize that. As long as he keeps checking off all those alt right boxes, they will love him.

 

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I woke up on election day feeling fantastic. I had a spring in my step, and was looking forward to heading out to the polls, no matter how long the line. I took my 14 year old daughter, in the hopes that she would be a part of this historic election. And, as I cast my ballot for Hillary Clinton, I had to hold back the tears.

Well we all know how that turned out.

My daughter and I could not stay up for the results. I knew things were going badly. I had nightmares all night long – ones of giant orange dinosaurs chasing me and my family who were frantically trying to hide anywhere we could.

When I woke up at 5 am, I turned on the TV to find out he had won. I turned it back off, got up, and in zombie-like fashion, played Candy Crush. I could not scan my Facebook feed. I could not go on Twitter. And most importantly, I refused to watch the news. Instead, I watched I Love Lucy and The Brady Bunch until it was time to head to work.

Ah work. The morning after the election, my office had a staff retreat. As everyone waited in line for coffee, we all started talking about how stunned we were with the election results, and how despondent we all were about the future of our country. We voiced our fears and our concerns, and it made me realize I was dead right about something I had said to my husband earlier that morning.

I told him I was more thankful than ever to have my job, because I knew that no matter what hellishness was going on in the world outside, I got to wrap myself from 9-5 with folks who are creative, open-minded, and accepting; thankfully I work with a bunch of liberals. I was so very grateful for that on such a dark morning.

I’m also thankful that this same job that I love offers me health coverage. As costs for the Healthcare.gov options sky rocket, and as Trump is promising to repeal Obamacare, I no longer have to worry about where my health coverage is coming from and how much it’s going to cost me. I can’t tell you what a load off my mind that is.

I’m thankful that Trump is a huge liar – because I can only hope that all the hateful policies and promises he made during his campaign were just to get elected. He was never that conservative in the past, and I hope some of his former rational thinking bleeds into his administration. Yeah, I’m sort of banking on him reneging on every promise he made during his campaign.

Somehow I doubt it though. Newt Gingrich wanting a new House Un-American Activities Committee doesn’t exactly give me much to hope for.

The last thing I am thankful for, is that my father was not alive to see this. While I’d love to have him here, I really think he would’ve given up the first time he heard the words “President-elect Trump.”

I can tell you one thing I will do in a Trump world. I refuse to sing or stand for the national anthem until I see that Trump is really working for all Americans. Because as of now, he does NOT stand for the country I love. He does not stand for anything I believe in, and I refuse to show him any sort of respect until he earns it. I also refuse to call him President. Sorry, no can do.

I will give him a chance, though. I will not hope he fails because, unlike Rush Limbaugh who did just that when Obama took office, because I know that would be plain stupid for our country. I know he’ll do well, because with a Republican majority, there is nobody to cock-block him like they did to Obama at every turn. I just don’t know if the stuff he passes will be stuff I agree with.

So we shall see.

I learned one thing from this election…if you believe in Karma, you’re an asshole.

I say this because if there was ever a time in the history of the world where Karma should have come into play, it would have been for him to lose, and lose “bigly.”

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The other night while I was making a batch of meatballs, I got a call from a CNN pollster wanting my opinions on the Presidential election.

Pretty cool, huh? Little ole Typical Tracy sharing her views and opinions in a national poll. So, if new poll numbers come out and Trump’s numbers have dropped, I can proudly say, “yeah, that’s me.”

Now you will have to bear with me. I’m not very adept at talking politics. It’s a subject that has always left me sort of stupefied… kind of like Chemistry or Star Trek. While I have opinions on this election, I find it hard to convincingly express my thoughts.

That having been said, I really despise Donald Trump. I don’t understand how anyone can be voting for him. I just don’t get it.

I know there are a lot of Trump followers who are voting for him only because they really hate Hillary Clinton. Fine. I may not get why they hate her, but at least their vote is more of a vote against Hillary than a vote for Trump.

But there are tons of people out there who are voting for Trump because they like him. And I just don’t get it.

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He’s a fucking liar. Yes, Hillary has lied. Can anyone out there say they haven’t lied at some point in their lives? But Trump lies constantly. He will say A. on Monday morning. By Monday night, A. has been proven to be a lie, and then by Tuesday morning he will deny ever saying A. or, better yet, will find a spin on how it’s Hillary’s fault.

This happens several times a week. It never stops.

He, or his minions, never answer questions. It’s become page one of the Trump playbook: Deny and Deflect. I don’t think he really answered a single question during the debate in any specific terms. His answers are vague, giving little factual information, and then he falls back on his favorite dodge – pivot the heat off of him and blame it all on Obama and Hillary.

His minions do the same thing on every talk show. When asked a question, they deny and bring up 30,000 emails. They do it almost every time. Or, they deny and point blame at the current administration.

I always feel a little dizzy after watching Trumpbots argue a point. You feel like you just stepped out of a shit storm…no a shit hurricane. Okay, an F5 shitnado is more like it.

My point is, we are month away from the election and I know NOTHING OF ANY OF TRUMP’S POLICIES OR PLANS FOR THE COUNTRY IF, IN FACT, HE TAKES OFFICE.

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But I do know how he feels about Rosie O’Donnell, Alicia Machado, and Elizabeth Warren.

I know he fat shames. God, he’d rake me over the coals.

I know he’s stiffed thousands of hard working small business who were unfortunate enough to go into business with. Hell, during the debate a Facebook friend of mine, someone from my hometown in New Jersey said her father was stiffed by Trump and he almost lost his business.

And Trump University? Don’t get me started.

Seriously, with all that is out there regarding his character, I just don’t get how anyone can actually like this guy let alone vote for him.

Now I guess I’ll wait for all the nasty grams.

 

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My husband and I used to LOVE watching the Celebrity Apprentice. The board room scenes were the best, because it was fascinating to see Donald Trump back someone in a corner and then go for the jugular. It was good TV.

But as the weeks go by, I am really starting to despise Donald Trump. He never answers a question. Never. He calls names. He gives no examples or proof to back up his claims or proposed programs.

I have been waiting patiently for the other clown shoe to drop – for him to do something so egregious to where few Americans would forgive him, and his bid for the Presidency would be mercifully over.

The problem is, that the wackier this guy gets, the more “Uhmericuns” are eating it up. After super Tuesday, I came to a conclusion. We have a lot of really stupid, gullible people in this country.

Trump is promising a lot and will most likely deliver little, just like any As Seen on TV Product. You know, I bought one of those products once…Tag Away. It promised to get rid of skin tags, yet after a month of use, there was no improvement whatsoever. I had saved my receipt, and wrote for a refund, which they gave me, stating that in rare instances, a person’s body chemistry may cause the product to be ineffective.

But at least I got my money back, unlike the poor souls who went to Trump University.

Remember, Trump loves the uneducated. Because he knows all he has to do is wave a flag, and wear a Make America Great Again hat, and talk about gun rights and sending back all those raping Mexicans and his followers will cheer and cheer… and then go home to eat a dump cake wrapped in a Snuggie.

I just don’t get how anyone can buy what he is peddling, and then I remember how popular Big Bass Billy Mouth was.

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