Dear Hillary: An Open Letter

Dear Hillary Clinton,

I’ll get right down to it, I want to like you.

The idea of a woman holding such power is exciting and while the desire is present, I can’t like you even a little bit. It’s not because you stayed with your cheating husband or because you fairly received the nomination against my preferred candidate, Bernie Sanders; I simply don’t like you because you’re sketchy as f***.

It’s too bad there is not a more eloquent way of wording that, but nothing sums it up better.

I would love the opportunity to be petty and ask about the odd Kim Jong-un inspired wardrobe you rock or about the snaky relationship you have with Debbie Wasserman Schultz, but there are other things that have been weighing on me that seem to be more pressing.

Your Media depicts you as the safer of the two candidates but I’m not sure that’s true. I’ve been wavering for some time now, trying to like you, and occassionally these ideas creep in to deliver frightening thoughts, like:

Maybe Donald Trump is less risky.

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[How my friends look at me when I say that.]
You, Hillary, scare the flip outta me and to be honest I don’t even think it’s personal, in general, sketchy people make me uncomfortable.

The video that everyone is talking about makes me especially uncomfortable.

I wasn’t expecting to watch you stammer and ultimately get drug, calves-on-pavement, into a vehicle while secret service calmly swarm to protect your privacy. Their somber faces seemed to give it away  – that was protocol. In the event that you start acting wonky, they know exactly how to proceed and that’s sketchy.

I have to assume that while you’re resting up that there’s plenty of time for you to check out the latest rumor that started circling around regarding your possible body double?

To that, Secretary Clinton, I ask you to prove that it’s not.

That is how much I don’t trust you. I’ve started to actually believe conspiracy theories; you’re making me feel crazy! These people pointing out the differences in your attire, wrinkles, nose, ears and fingers make more sense to me than pneumonia.

When all is said and done, know that I tried.

I did my best to look past the primaries, those damn e-mails and the Blackberry’s that were smashed with hammers…

…But, I can’t.

I don’t even know what’s real, what’s staged or where this country is headed. If you’re elected into office, or not, please don’t hold this against me.

Jen

Properly Ridiculous Politics

This one time I wrote a post announcing a new blog that would house my political rants and raves. Gosh, that was an exciting thought…

…Aaaaaand then I fell down a rabbit hole of conspiracy theories.

I don’t want to wind up dead because I got a little too analytical. Not that I think this blog would be so wildly successful, more that I’d just rather not start down a whirlwind of political madness that makes my head spin.

It can’t be healthy.

 

For everyone asking, this is where I’m at with politics at the moment.

I wrote a post that covered a plethora of [nasty] things I trust more than Donald Trump. If you’d like to see the list of things I trust more than Hillary Clinton, Click Here.

It’s all the same.

The 2016 election has already brought me to both the highest of highs and lowest of lows, so congratulations United States Government, I’m officially back to believing my vote actually doesn’t matter anymore. Call me a conspiracy theorist, call me crazy, but there’s something much larger than the American government pulling the strings. There are people whose wealth hold such a significant strength that it is beyond your imagination. You and I? We can’t compete with that.

I’ll place my vote this coming November and I’ll watch the coverage,  beyond that, I will not be committing any further enthusiasm towards politics.

I’m over it.

Moving On (But Not Really)

When I attended a Bernie Sanders rally in March, I genuinely believed he was going to be the next President of the United States. My husband and I giddily left our house at 7:45 in the morning for a speech that was set to begin at 1:00 in the afternoon. Believe it or not, we didn’t even complain about the line that already weaving around through neighborhood blocks.

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It was empowering and exciting to be surrounded by so many people, from so many different walks of life, with one common denominator. Bernie Sanders, the face of our revolution. I think he sleeps well at night knowing that he lit some serious fires among his supporters.

My hope is that when future historians look back and describe how our country moved forward into reversing the drift toward oligarchy, and created a government which represents all the people and not just the few, they will note that, to a significant degree, that effort began with the political revolution of 2016. 

-Bernie Sanders

Now that the primaries are over I’m left with a void that I’m sure is very normal. I’d be willing to bet many Hillary Clinton supporters back in 2008 felt the same way when she lost to President Obama. It sucks, and now everyone is telling me to vote for her.

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Did you know that soon after her loss there was a shift of power within the DNC? Interestingly enough, the DNC chair stepped down and it was Hillary’s 2008 campaign co-chair, Debbie Wasserman Schultz who took over. The DNC chair who stepped down? That was Tim Kaine, ya know? Hillary’s current running mate.  Perhaps it’s just all one big coincidence… but I doubt it.

Conspiracy theories aside, I just spent the last year of my life learning all about what a shitty person Hillary Clinton is, so if you’ll excuse me, I need some space before I am ready to be bombarded with reasons why I ‘have to vote for Hillary’.

While she may have adopted much of Bernie’s social platform regarding minimum wage and college tuition, I’m not sold. For some reason I just can’t seem to get over those damn emailsBenghazi, the sketchiness surrounding The Clinton Foundation, the paid Wall Street speeches, her ever-changing positions on trade and fracking

I could go on but simply, I just don’t trust her.

I don’t know who is getting my vote in November but for the record, I refuse to feed into the madness that implies I have no choice and I won’t let anyone to tell me it’s my fault if the bigot wins. I will exercise my right to vote how I see fit and perhaps the DNC can hold onto some of the guilt if we end up with a President Trump.

I still have my Bernie bumper stickers on my minivan and my sign displayed on my front lawn with no intentions of taking them down. I’m proud of the passion I have felt over the last year and let’s be honest, it basically consumed my soul. Some of you don’t get it and that’s okay. Politics are not everyone’s cup o’ tea, but with that being said, I’m proud that I can stand up and say that I care about the future of America.

This will be the last political post I publish on Properly Ridiculous – I’ll be taking my ranting and raving regarding politics elsewhere. A second blog has been on my mind for some time and now it makes sense. It seems that after a few years and 300 published posts, I have finally found a niche.

I’ll keep you posted on the URL as it’s a work in progress, but who knows? Maybe it’ll end up documenting my own run for office. Weirder things have happened.

Real change never takes place from the top down, or in the living rooms of wealthy campaign contributors. It always occurs from the bottom on up – when tens of millions of people say “enough is enough” and become engaged in the fight for justice. That’s what the political revolution we helped start is all about. That’s why the political revolution must continue.

-Bernie Sanders