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Well-Timed Comeback

I'm a little bummed I haven't posted since June. I'd say once every other week there's a second that I think, Oh yeah, I need to post, and then in an instant the thought is gone.

Today is November 8. It's election night. And up until about five hours ago, like thousands of other Americans, I didn't think the next presidency was a question. Projections, or at least the projections I've seen, have been nothing but Hillary. Here we are, 10 PM, and only a few states are undetermined as too close to call. Trump for all intents and purposes has it in the bag.

As an American, it's horrifying. I can't imagine putting myself in the shoes of any minority American. To be a Muslim right now... to be a minority right now.

This is by no means a comprehensive look into this election.  I'm ill informed, because I have rarely tuned into these debates. I've kept my mouth shut for the most part because I don't see the point in debating with friends or acquaintances. It doesn't feel educational or helpful. I won't see their side or perspective. That sounds close minded, I know. It is closed minded. The only way I can explain it is, if I had a friend that I found out was a KKK supporter, no, I wouldn't feel the need to give them a moment to explain their stance.  A dramatic comparison, maybe.

The scariest thing is how upset half the country is about to be no matter the outcome. Protest grow more and more violent, I feel like we're waiting for the next violent outburst. And not that protestors need an excuse, but this is a pretty good one anyway, isn't it?

Though I will be back soon, I'd like to look back at this post in the distant future and think, thank god this wasn't as bad as it seemed.

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