It’s The End of The World as We Know It, and I Still Care

Civilizations come and go – just ask the ancient Romans or their Greek counterparts. The Aztecs, the Incas, and countless others from thousands of years ago could also tell their tales – but most stories we will never know.

I have never been particularly interested in politics, voting across party lines when I liked the other candidate better, but never in my life have I actually HATED someone for their political, religious, or moral beliefs when they were not harming another human being. So, I find myself deeply grieving the Trump administration and all the lies that are being vomited into the press. The vitriol coming from the White House is beyond my ken.

For the first time in my almost 60 years, I am reviled for my beliefs on a deeply personal level; however, being a person with PTSD, it doesn’t hurt me, but rather, it puzzles me. Because of PTSD, I’ve built strong walls around my emotions. I realized when I was in grade school that I would never change another’s beliefs through argument, nor would my perspective change with their point of view. People believe what they believe. Hating anyone only hurt me, because the other person didn’t give a damn.

But I’ve digressed.

Trump has put us on the edge of nuclear war. I remember being six years old, in first grade, and the nuns telling us if THE BOMB dropped, we were not to look at the flash because our eyes would melt. There we were, hiding under our little wooden desks, just miles from New York City, cowering while the school siren sounded. I was petrified.

I’m not petrified now. Just sad. Sad that these corrupt politicians and their ilk have taken us this far into a darkness from which we, as a nation, are going to have a hard time coming back. Our credibility is being destroyed, all the good work our diplomats have done over the past 25 years is being thrown into Trump’s crapper, and the 1% and the bottom 1% are giddy with profit and revenge.

I’ll just say this. I don’t care if anyone hates me for what I believe because what I believe is this, the Golden Rule. Treat others the way you want them to treat you. Make your decisions based on love. Do the next right thing. Help the helpless, feed the poor, protect the children, and lastly pray to whomever your God is.

And one last thing. For God’s sake, men (and women, too), stop raping and assaulting people; and, for the super perverts, stop promoting and/or participating in child pornography and sexual assault. Every time there’s a child abuse sting, the number of people and the number of images they have on their computers is simply staggering. Don’t support human slavery in any way, shape or form – because it still very much exists.

Now, let’s get this clown and his posse out of the White House via the 25th amendment.

The last thing I’d like to say in closing is this: The Harvey Weinstein scandal is just the tip of the iceberg, and its effect will ripple through corporate America – and for the good.  Women and men, keep coming forth. You will be believed. Finally.

Author: Virginia Wagner Galfo

These are scary times. Prepare yourself to take a stand for what is right. God damn it, just be kind!

3 thoughts on “It’s The End of The World as We Know It, and I Still Care”

  1. I agree with everything you have written Virginia! Every day you think ‘it can’t get any worse’ and yet it does.
    And that he has the nearly full support of one of our major political parties is even more disgusting and sad.
    What will it take for us to get action on impeachment?

    I’m being as kind as I can manage to be:))

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