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Welcome to Nov. 9th. We’re Screwed.

Welcome to Nov. 9th. We’re Screwed. November 9, 2016

I am shocked. Stunned. Flabbergasted. Terrified. Angry. And probably royally screwed as well. With Trump promising to repeal Obamacare and Republicans in control of both houses of Congress, that means the insurance companies will likely be free to reject people with pre-existing conditions again. And for me, that may as well just be a slow — or perhaps fast — death sentence.

I have multiple interacting autoimmune disorders that require a good deal of medical attention, treatment and medication. There’s no way I can afford it without health insurance, nor can I afford the extraordinary premiums of being in a high-risk pool. So I’m pretty much screwed. I may be forced to leave the country, which would mean leaving my family and friends behind.

But then again, we’re all screwed. In addition to the feelings I listed above, I am also ashamed, deeply ashamed, that this country just elected a megalomaniacal, racist, misogynist, narcissistic, sociopathic sexual predator as its president. I never thought that would happen. I was certain that it wouldn’t. I didn’t think more than 40% of the country would vote for such a grotesque excuse for a human being. I was wrong. For once, I wasn’t cynical enough about this country.

I am furious, not only for myself but for the Syrian refugees who will have their basic humanity denied in the name of demagoguery; for the 11 million undocumented immigrants who will now live in constant fear of being rounded up and deported; for our LGBT friends, whose equal rights will almost certainly be rolled back once Trump gets to name a couple of Supreme Court justices; for those who live in poverty, who will now have our already stingy social net cut even further; for African-Americans, who will see crucial protections like the Voting Rights Act further eroded. I could go on and on.

This is not just a sad day for America, it’s an extraordinary tragedy for America. I just wonder who will recover from it first, me or the country.


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