“I’ll fight to ensure lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender Americans have full equality under the law, and to end discrimination in employment, housing, schools, and other aspects of our society.” – Hillary Clinton.
“Mmmm…Naw” – Amerikkka, Nov 9, 2016
Yesterday while I was on the phone with my mom, during one of our usual weekly “when are you coming home??” Q&A sessions, she asked how I felt about the US elections. It was a strange conversation because we have almost never talked about global politics so in-depth. Truth is, I feel like throughout the campaign period, my interest in the elections was piqued, but only because there was always some comedic spin to add to it. It was literally too good to be true. Because…
This was supposed to be the easiest election of all time.
Of. All. Time.
Then Nov. 9th happened. And the offset shocked everyone.
I find most of this mildly entertaining. I find it interesting that DT accused the American Democracy of being rigged and then it went ahead and worked in his favour. I find it hilarious that as many as 11,000 (or was it 14,000? Or 17,000?) people reportedly voted a dead gorilla and a bottle of liquor. The minority vote has never been enough to win elections in the USA. Why would you waste what precious little you have?
I find it entirely ironic that the demographic that has been accused of going against their own gender and voting a man over a woman did the exact thing the Democrats encouraged them to do: Choose the candidate you believe is better, regardless of gender. Well, they did. And to White Amerikkka, this orange man who speaks with sincerity is a far better candidate than the one who quotes Jay Z.
It’s a snide smirk at the snowflake generation. If you ask me. It’s a statement that says you millennials can talk about all the emotional issues that affect you, you can rack up likes on social media, you can get offended when some African president says his woman’s role is in the kitchen, you can perform impeccable mic drops at talk shows and you can retweet pictures of presidential candidates holding babies, you can be as sensitive as you want to be about feminism and women rights and gay rights, and how black lives supposedly matter…
…At the end of the day, it’s your country. And you’ll do with it as you please. If the result is electing a “racist misogynist” who ‘allegedly’ rapes women and evades his taxes, then so be it.
What I told my mother when she asked was that I was excited about the coming days. I told her we need more Trumps in Europe and America. I told her I laughed when the Canadian immigration site crashed because that was a small indication of things to come. I told her this is exactly how I felt after #Brexit happened. And most importantly, I told her to keep me updated about the trends in the banking sector, because that dollar influx is about to be lit.
See, send Westi, let us help you buy land.
I think the moral of these past few weeks has been that 1000+ retweets can’t add up to make one vote. I mean we all thought social media ruled the world after Buhari thanked it for helping him get into power. But where are we now?
Another vital lesson is that if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it’ll probably vote for one. There’s a Donald joke in there, but he’s president now, and the new fad is famzing the Trump.
Thank you America, for reminding us that we are all a little racist, inside.