And nothing — NOTHING — compares to the Obamacare crowd. To be completely honest, I never even pretended to give a fuck about them. They’re just too fucking stupid to give a fuck about. These are the ones who stayed alive because of Obama, who could breathe, walk, function, and parent because of Obama — and still shrieked “REPEAL OBAMACARE!” because they hated his name more than they loved living. The geniuses who only realized their beloved ACA was Obamacare when the policy was already halfway into the woodchipper. And now their hero — a man who can’t even pronounce “acetaminophen” but insists Tylenol causes autism — is gleefully chainsawing the healthcare Obama handed them.
Still nothing.
I tried to give a fuck about the Latino families whose loved ones disappeared into the detention machine they once applauded. Nothing.
And then — the SNAP single mom.
Two jobs.
Three kids.
She voted for him before he dragged their nutrition assistance all the way to the Supreme Court to make sure her children starved — before he litigated their hunger into federal policy — and now she’s crying about the consequences she helped create. She whispered, “I didn’t vote for this,” and the cosmos replied: “You absolutely did.”
Still nothing.
Look — there are innocent people suffering who did not vote for this. I hate that. I’m a mother. I don’t want anyone hurting unnecessarily. But sometimes the only way people learn is the hard way — touching the hot stove, licking the frozen flagpole, sprinting across pavement with their hands shoved in their pockets like Darwin’s interns.
So many ignored suffering because it wasn’t happening to them. So many shrugged at cruelty until the cruelty boomeranged.
The world they begged for has arrived, and it’s carving its initials into their futures with the tenderness of a prison shank.
Be careful what you wish for.
Because now?
Now I hope every day is the day they fucking voted for — until the rest of us, and in a perfect world WITH their help, can fix the fucking mess they handed us, the mess their selective stupidity forced down our throat.
But in the meantime? I’ll be the one telling them to “cry harder.”
And maybe that’s mean. Maybe it’s cold. Maybe I should be the “bigger person.”
Or maybe, just maybe — I just don’t give a fuck.
—JoJo from Jerz