2016 is best summed up for me in this piece - dedicated to my PTSD after the U.S. Election

WHISKEY AND RAGE

They were the fuel for the words on this page

You can’t sell me that orange is the new black

Chuckie in a suit and he doesn’t have me chuckling

Eight years of greatness should have elevated us to another plane

Instead we time travel back to the bad old days

‘Merica not so beautiful

Feel the pain

It makes me want to shed my skin

His story….  It isn’t the true story…

You can white wash it like that historic White House all day long

It still won’t make it true

What is United in those States right now?

HATE AND FEAR

Scared ignorant people grasping for a world void of any colour or diversity

In his own words he prophesized how he would manipulate the masses and did just that

They signed up willingly so blindly devoted to this thin-skinned wannabe

He who is bound to make a horrific chapter in history

Where to go from here?

There is no-where but UP

Mourn

Be Angry

Cry

Yell and Scream if you must

But tomorrow…

Tomorrow we must rise

Unite

Find the love that exists among us that do not accept this as our fate

Or what has it all been for?

Hate can go ahead and burn

Let that hate burn to the ground but don’t allow it to take us down

Rise

Rise from the ashes of this mess

When a 10 year old in rural Canada is worried about a coward building a wall

We rise for him

We rise for us all

We rise together to fight for all that is right

No Daddy-made-millionaire is going to stop me

It may be RAGE that inspires me to take up this fight

The fight for what is right