tension in the air
Nov. 7th, 2016 04:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaI think my biggest fear right now is either we end up in a repeat of 2000's election because Trump refuses to concede or that the election is somehow tied and Congress appoints Trump, because, no pun intended, party loyalties trump personal dislikes.
I'd say 40% of Trump's voters are, if not alt-right, then some form of racist, nationalist, know-nothing, Confederate irredentist, authoritarian, et al, and, yes, I know there is a lot more to the alternative right than just racism but let's just keep things simple, 30% will vote for anyone with an (r) (by the way, if I type that in TextEdit, I get the registered trademark ASCII character) next to their names, you know, the Cubans and the evangelicals and the Cuban evangelicals, 20% have reasons other than racism and fears of immigration (I had a thought about Mark Zuckerberg's so called other reasons to vote for Trump but I can't think of what they could possibly be. Maybe guns. Maybe the right to pay people $3.50/hour.) to vote for Trump, and maybe 10% at most are old-style liberals and Democratic Undergrounders who think that a Trump presidency is maybe the best way to move the party in the direction they want and feel isolated from any fallout from a Trump presidency, who cares who gets hurt, right?
Best case scenario, landslide victory for Hillary and the democrats will figure they no longer need the somewhat racist white working class demographic and the xenophobe faux-feminist demographic. I don't think there is a best case scenario with a Trump victory. An age of political satire, maybe? Maybe Obama will order our entire nuclear arsenal destroyed and have the military team up with Nerf and/or whatever company makes those dinosaur bubble guns. Worst case scenarios, I'll bring up when it happens.
All I know is that I never want to hear the name Julian Assange without "arrested" or "dead" in the same sentence and I never want to hear the name Paul Joseph Watson or Wikileaks ever again after the election. I don't want to hear anything about demons that aren't in a fictional setting or metaphor. I don't want to hear about Donald Trump outside of political satires and nightmarish alternate realities. I don't want to hear anything but tears from the alt-right.
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Meanwhile, at the wildlife center:
I forgot to check the Facebook page in case Jack decided to post cool pictures for once, but there isn't really much of interest. I did learn that Jack calls Puff "Jellybean."
I learned that there are sweet spots to stand in Med Ward where I don't have to smell last night's seagull meals.
Nicole sometimes feels like she's scrubbing the cages with her hair but since her hair turns into an Irish-Fro whenever she has it short, she can't just get a pixie cut.
Matt's dove escaped and he was just chilling where nobody could reach him.
We had a juvenile swan with pretty nasty but surprisingly low lead poisoning, who was like a drunkard, and Tiffany told him "no, we don't smash our face." I'm not a vet but I suspect long-term poisoning, plus he's still young. Also, he could have hit his head, since he was in the harbor.
Matt once ate a roach for a buck. They're a good source of protein, says Tiffany. I'm not sure if she meant Matt the plant store guy (we were talking about converting said store into a bat habitat because we got a bat and are going to transfer him to a bat sanctuary as soon as his wing heals) or Matt the currently non-present tech but since Matt the plant store guy once said he'd eat 50 worms, it's probably him.
She mentioned someone named Toby volunteering on the weekend who almost hurled while making food for the seagulls or something. I'll show my portrait to Tiffany and see if she recognizes it.
We got an opossum but he had pretty nasty head trauma and skull fracturing, which I guess we could let heal, but he was blind in both eyes on top of that and so we couldn't do anything. Well, we could learn about mammalian anatomy and give Donald Trump a new wig.
We got a seagull who was attacked by a dog. I hope he'll be okay but at the same time, I gagged cleaning up last night's dinner and had to wash out the taste with mouthwash the moment I got home, so I was like "o frabjous day, callooh callay" in the most sarcastic manner ever.
There were a few blank pages in the sketchbook I brought, mostly because I didn't want to bring a sketchbook with two pages anywhere. Colleen did eventually show up but alas, I didn't have any time to draw her.
burning question: is the dog in the Coppertone ad sexually harassing that girl, or is that a grey zone? I think the only grey zone is "pulling off a gummi Venus de Milo that's stuck to her pants" and that whole situation could be avoided if Homer just said "excuse me, this is going to sound really weird, but there's a rare candy stuck to your pants" and he wouldn't have to move under the sea, but I am a feminist.
I'd say 40% of Trump's voters are, if not alt-right, then some form of racist, nationalist, know-nothing, Confederate irredentist, authoritarian, et al, and, yes, I know there is a lot more to the alternative right than just racism but let's just keep things simple, 30% will vote for anyone with an (r) (by the way, if I type that in TextEdit, I get the registered trademark ASCII character) next to their names, you know, the Cubans and the evangelicals and the Cuban evangelicals, 20% have reasons other than racism and fears of immigration (I had a thought about Mark Zuckerberg's so called other reasons to vote for Trump but I can't think of what they could possibly be. Maybe guns. Maybe the right to pay people $3.50/hour.) to vote for Trump, and maybe 10% at most are old-style liberals and Democratic Undergrounders who think that a Trump presidency is maybe the best way to move the party in the direction they want and feel isolated from any fallout from a Trump presidency, who cares who gets hurt, right?
Best case scenario, landslide victory for Hillary and the democrats will figure they no longer need the somewhat racist white working class demographic and the xenophobe faux-feminist demographic. I don't think there is a best case scenario with a Trump victory. An age of political satire, maybe? Maybe Obama will order our entire nuclear arsenal destroyed and have the military team up with Nerf and/or whatever company makes those dinosaur bubble guns. Worst case scenarios, I'll bring up when it happens.
All I know is that I never want to hear the name Julian Assange without "arrested" or "dead" in the same sentence and I never want to hear the name Paul Joseph Watson or Wikileaks ever again after the election. I don't want to hear anything about demons that aren't in a fictional setting or metaphor. I don't want to hear about Donald Trump outside of political satires and nightmarish alternate realities. I don't want to hear anything but tears from the alt-right.
*******
Meanwhile, at the wildlife center:
I forgot to check the Facebook page in case Jack decided to post cool pictures for once, but there isn't really much of interest. I did learn that Jack calls Puff "Jellybean."
I learned that there are sweet spots to stand in Med Ward where I don't have to smell last night's seagull meals.
Nicole sometimes feels like she's scrubbing the cages with her hair but since her hair turns into an Irish-Fro whenever she has it short, she can't just get a pixie cut.
Matt's dove escaped and he was just chilling where nobody could reach him.
We had a juvenile swan with pretty nasty but surprisingly low lead poisoning, who was like a drunkard, and Tiffany told him "no, we don't smash our face." I'm not a vet but I suspect long-term poisoning, plus he's still young. Also, he could have hit his head, since he was in the harbor.
Matt once ate a roach for a buck. They're a good source of protein, says Tiffany. I'm not sure if she meant Matt the plant store guy (we were talking about converting said store into a bat habitat because we got a bat and are going to transfer him to a bat sanctuary as soon as his wing heals) or Matt the currently non-present tech but since Matt the plant store guy once said he'd eat 50 worms, it's probably him.
She mentioned someone named Toby volunteering on the weekend who almost hurled while making food for the seagulls or something. I'll show my portrait to Tiffany and see if she recognizes it.
We got an opossum but he had pretty nasty head trauma and skull fracturing, which I guess we could let heal, but he was blind in both eyes on top of that and so we couldn't do anything. Well, we could learn about mammalian anatomy and give Donald Trump a new wig.
We got a seagull who was attacked by a dog. I hope he'll be okay but at the same time, I gagged cleaning up last night's dinner and had to wash out the taste with mouthwash the moment I got home, so I was like "o frabjous day, callooh callay" in the most sarcastic manner ever.
There were a few blank pages in the sketchbook I brought, mostly because I didn't want to bring a sketchbook with two pages anywhere. Colleen did eventually show up but alas, I didn't have any time to draw her.
burning question: is the dog in the Coppertone ad sexually harassing that girl, or is that a grey zone? I think the only grey zone is "pulling off a gummi Venus de Milo that's stuck to her pants" and that whole situation could be avoided if Homer just said "excuse me, this is going to sound really weird, but there's a rare candy stuck to your pants" and he wouldn't have to move under the sea, but I am a feminist.
