Some Feisty Thoughts From a Fellow Writer On the Debacle of Our American Presidency

Tuesday in America was a clusterf**k of massive proportions for a lot of free-thinking, open-minded, progressively oriented, big-tent, humanity loving people. As we stumble through the aftermath, detritus and debris all around, writers across the globe are making their points known. This particularly feisty point reflects my own feelings. If you have concerns about “bad words,” look away.

You Take The Fucking High Road and Shove It…

A Surly Girl's Guide to Life

Yesterday gave me a faint hint of what it must be like to have a mood disorder. I started off the day buoyed by a Facebook feed full of inspirational Pantsuit Nation posts and moving video feeds from Susan B. Anthony’s graveside. This was going to be the day I’ve been waiting my whole voting life for – a woman was going to be President. In a nod to the suffragettes I voted wearing a petticoat instead of a pantsuit like so many other women.

While I was nervous, because really, who wasn’t? I thought my bourbon fueled evening was going to end in glorious drunken celebration. Instead, after a fuckton of liquor I went to bed before it was over.  I couldn’t watch the guys on CNN fuck with the maps any more trying to make sense of why all their predictions were as wrong as the clusterfuck…

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