Why A Recount Is Important

I’m sorry to say I’ve had quite a lot of experience with skilled liars. I even spent some time married to someone who was so good at lying he could have taught a course on it. I certainly learned a lot about how a liar operates during my time with this person.

Probably the most important thing I learned is that a liar frequently accuses others of the sins he himself is guilty of committing. For example, if someone steals from his friends, he will accuse his friends of stealing from him. Or, if your spouse is having an extramarital affair, he will accuse you of the same. Thus, I find myself wondering about the number of times Donald Trump claimed that the election was “rigged”.

We all know Trump is a prolific and accomplished liar. The facts are too numerous and easily verified to even try to ignore. He has been judged one of the most untruthful candidates of all time. Clearly, he is a skilled, experienced liar.

So, is it any wonder that many of the voters are now questioning the legitimacy of the 2016 Presidential election? Knowing that Russia hacked into our computer system and manipulated the voters, who wouldn’t question the results? I, for one, keep coming back to the lessons I learned so many years ago. When a liar accuses another of a certain behavior, it’s a good idea to look behind the accusations for motivation.

If the election is legitimate, there is no reason to oppose a recount of any state. If there was no illegal activity, there should be no concern about a recount. If one is without any guilt, there would be no reason to complain about those who want to ensure the validity of the results.

In order to restore, and preserve, our faith in our election process, it is imperative that we conduct recounts openly and thoroughly. If the results are validated, then our system is validated. If the results are overturned, then we have proven that we have a system to protect the voters and the legitimacy of every election.

 

It’s been a tough four days…

I’m on an emotional roller coaster. I go from sad, to angry, to determined and back again. I feel shock, dismay, disgust, hope, and despair all in one day. I tell myself this is not the end of the world but it is the end of my naive faith in humanity.

One of the results of this election that is most annoying me is the Trumpsters who tell us we need to “get over it”, “the people have spoken”, and we should “come together in unity and peace”. To these people, I say, “BULLSHIT”!

I’m working on “getting over it” when I plan to mobilize with groups who will never stop fighting hatred, racism, and injustice. As for “the people who have spoken”, my candidate won the popular vote so the majority of “the people” spoke for Hillary not Trump. Finally, the “come together in unity and peace” works both ways.

When you decide to get your heads out of your asses and start preaching peaceful unity to the people in your basket, maybe I’ll listen to you.

When you start preaching peace to those people who are harassing children in school with taunts of “you’re going back to Mexico”, maybe I’ll listen to you.

If you ever start preaching peace to your supporters who are going onto university campuses and spitting on Muslims and writing racial slurs on walls and whiteboards, maybe I’ll listen to you.

Should you ever start preaching peace to those animals who are assaulting gay, lesbian, bi-sexual, and transgender people, maybe I’ll listen to you.

Until that time, I won’t listen to you because you are a hypocrite. You preach peace to those who disagree with you but you tolerate violence and hate within your own supporters. I’ll be watching. If you ever start acting the way you preach, I’ll start listening.

 

Stunned! Saddened!Incredulous!

I can’t say I never saw this coming. I warned many people that this could happen but I didn’t really believe it would. I had faith, apparently too much faith, that the citizens of the United States of America would reject hatred and lies.

Today I wake to what is being called a nightmare. I shake my head and ask myself how so many people could believe in what Trump was selling. I will never understand it and so, I know I must move on.

For my family, white, protestant, upper-middle class, this is not going to harm us too deeply. I worry about the future for my son as he is beginning his career but I trust in his intelligence and morality and believe he will be fine. We will hold one another close over the next four years and support one another through whatever will come.

My biggest worry is for those who are at the most risk under Trump’s America. The marginalized: women, people of color, the LGBT community, Muslims and those of any non-mainstream faith, those of no faith, immigrants and their families, the disabled, the poor and the middle-class. The future is full of foreboding and danger for these people.

I find myself asking, what can I do now? How can I help? How can I buffer these at-risk people from the hatred that may well rain down on them? How can I assure children that they are safe? How can I spread love and acceptance in the midst of hate and rejection?

No matter what happens to the 240-year-old experiment in Democracy that this United States has achieved. No matter what regressive laws we may have to deal with. No matter that our country has failed.

This is my mission.  I will not change who I am. I will continue to love and accept all people. I will spread love where there is hate. I will stand up for those being persecuted. I will not become a person that I despise.

I call all of my fellow citizens who believe in love, equality, and justice to join me.