GOOD-BYE, 2024: The year in review, part 2
- December 6, 2024
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By Nancy Ford
When we last met, we took a look back at some of the best, worst, funniest, scariest and generally most noteworthy episodes of the first six months of the dumpster fire that is 2024. Though it doesn’t seem possible, the second six months were even more of an inferno. American electorate, we’re looking at you.
Let’s be honest: The re-election of this despicable, deplorable, bleach-blonde, bad-body bitch to the U.S. presidency has left many of us shaken and disoriented. Has the gob ever smacked us harder?
The good news is, I’ve lost seven pounds in one week. The bad news is, I’ve begun to struggle with trust issues, as have more than a few people whom this election left reeling. This distrust extends not only to government, but also to random people in our lives — wonderful, kind, moral people we’ve known and loved for years — who had been in the closet about their support for this pathetic excuse for a man. Until now. That’s a tough one.
Many of us found the first go-round with this illiterate loser in the driver’s seat to be, among other negatives, downright embarrassing. World leaders made no effort to hide their bemused contempt for this detestable person. Remember that time he spoke at the United Nations, boasting about his presidential “accomplishments” and all the ambassadors and delegates laughed in his face? Those were the good old days. Simpler, gentler times, comparatively.
Then came the tiny-dicked dictator’s keystone quest to “Make America Great Again” by hunting down undocumented immigrants, detaining them in camps right here is Texas and expelling them. Some, admittedly, are very bad people — you know, like there are bad people in all races and places in all walks of life.
The truth is that so many of these immigrants are so oppressed in their own countries that they choose to risk the perilous trek to The Promised Land. Desperate, they throw a few belongings in a sack and head north, frequently traversing hundreds of miles on foot, to get here despite the threat of rape, murder, being kidnapping and/or sold into sex slavery, being separated their families and myriad other indignities and dangers along the way. They all come anyway, just to have a shot at being an American. The Promise of America is worth it, they believe. That’s brave and patriotic.
The re-election of this lyin’ sack of McNugget shit smashes that promise and replaces it with a much, much different kind of promise.
Buckle up, Buttercups. That’s only the beginning.
I am a 70-year-old self-sufficient white cis woman in reasonably good health. As such, I’m probably pretty far down on his list of resisters to round up and deport. I’m also a life-long queer journalist who has spent almost ten years — not literally, but literarily — poking this Cheeto-faced waste of DNA in his bloated mid-section. He doesn’t like that.
Of course, front line folks like Rachel Maddow, Anderson Cooper and Mary Trump have far, far more reason to worry about the Elon-sucking psycho’s revenge than this poor ol’ dyke comedy writer. Still, I worry. Not so much for myself, but for the world.
As we say good-bye and good riddance to 2024, instead of reviewing six-months’ worth of pithy, outrageous, random quotes from random people, let’s close by trying to move forward with this singular message of hope from Vice President Kamala Harris, delivered in her 2024 presidential election concession speech:
“I know folks are feeling and experiencing a range of emotions right now…. At the same time, in our nation, we owe loyalty not to a president or a party, but to the Constitution of the United States, and loyalty to our conscience and to our God. My allegiance to all three is why I am here to say, while I concede this election, I do not concede the fight that fueled this campaign: the fight for freedom, for opportunity, for fairness, and the dignity of all people. Here’s the thing. Sometimes the fight takes a while. The important thing is don’t ever give up. Don’t ever give up.”
I won’t give up if you won’t. Happy holidays, dear friends.