Karma: Inauguration day, part 2

I listened as they called my President a Muslim.

I listened as they called him and his family a pack of monkeys.

I listened as they said he wasn’t born here.

I watched as they blocked every single path to progress that they could.

I saw the pictures of him as Hitler.

I watched them shut down the government and hurt the nation twice.

I watched them turn their backs on every opportunity to open worthwhile dialogue.

I watched them say they would not even listen to any choice for Supreme Court 

no matter who the nominee was.

I listened as they openly said they would oppose him at every turn.

I watched as they did just that.

I listened.

I watched.

I paid attention.

Now I’m being called on to be tolerant.

To move forward.

To denounce protestors.

To “Get over it”

To accept this …

I will not.

I will do my part to make sure this great American mistake 

becomes the embarrassing footnote of our history that it deserves to be.

I will do this as quickly as possible every chance I get.

I will do my part to limit the damage this man can do to my country.

I will watch his every move and point out his every mistake and misdeed in a loud and proud voice.

I will let you know in a loud voice every time this man backs away from a promise he made to them.

Them.

The people who voted for him.

The ones who sold their souls and prayed for him to win.

I will do this so they never forget. 

And they will hear me.

They will see it in my eyes when I look at them.

They will hear it in my voice when I talk to them.

They will know that I know who they are.

They will know that I know what they are.

Do not call for my tolerance. 

I’ve tolerated all I can.

Now it is their turn to tolerate ridicule.

Be aware, make no mistake about it, 

every single thing that goes wrong in our country from this day forward 

is now Trump’s fault 

just as much as they thought it was Obama’s.

I find it unreasonable for them to expect from me what they were entirely unwilling to give.

 These words are not mine.

They are attributed to 'anonymous' 

but they voice my feelings 

and my vow for the next four years.

#notmypresident #notever