I Won’t Let Trump Ruin My 30th Birthday

I wrote this blog before the 2020 election. My 30th birthday fell on Biden’s (PTL) Inauguration day.

He Already Fucked Up My 26th

Inauguration Day is on my birthday.

Growing up, I remember is as being a cool thing that happened. Some years, we got a new President on my birthday or recycled the old one.

On my second birthday, we welcomed the man who had been my Governor at birth, and one of the few successful democrats in my red state of Arkansas: Bill Clinton. On my tenth, we swore in the good ole boy from Texas, George Dubya Bush.

On my eighteenth birthday, I was moved to tears as the entire nation watched something happen that many believed impossible. Barack Obama became America’s first black Commander in Chief, just 40 years after Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated.

I obviously didn’t get to vote for him in 2008, but I made up for it in 2012 when I was 21 years of age.

This time three years ago, my birthday was not cool. Not cool at all.

I was in mourning. I was grieving the dream of a female POTUS. So many of us believed this was our time to make history. It was so close I could taste it.

I was afraid. We were giving a spoiled man-baby the key to to the nation, complete with giant red buttons and nuclear codes, to see if he can out-tantrum the other toxic male dictators of the world.

And here we are, days into a new decade with the threat of a new World War looming over all of our heads.

I was born with a hatred for violence.

My mom says she and my dad watched Desert Storm footage on the news while she labored with me in the hospital.

At 1058 hours on Sunday (The Lord’s Day) January 20th, 1991 I came into the world screaming, and I haven’t stopped for air since.

So, to answer Lil Dicky’s question,

No. I do not fuck wit da war.

Sometimes, something else happens on my birthday.

This year, I’m honored to share January 20th with MLK Day, though I’m hesitant to even use the late Dr. King’s name in the same breath as The Impeached.

I guess what I’m saying is, please please for the love of all things good and just in this world, don’t let the The Impeached ruin my 30th. I’m hopeful that 366 days (2020 is a Leap Year) after MLK Day, we will swear in the first woman President of the United States, or at least you know, someone who is remotely capable of running a country.

I’m rooting for my girl, Senator Elizabeth Warren…but really, any of the democratic candidates will do just fine in my humble opinion. I mean, look who they will be compared to….yikes. It can only get better from here, folks.

These Gen Z kids, the ones who are changing the world by protesting gun violence and lobbying for stricter firearms laws, do not deserve to be sent off to fight the war of a tyrannical man who is just now facing the consequences of his crimes in his 70s.

They deserve to OK BOOMER the fuck out of the Middle East with two middle fingers. They are kids; let them be. I have so much faith in this generation. I’m a millennial; we came of age during The Great Recession of 2008. We have been barely surviving our entire adult lives; but Gen Z is thriving. They don’t have the same financial fears we had. Hell, most of them are already making money online with Instagram, TikTok, and who knows what else.

Do not let this be a repeat of Vietnam. Because I will go Full Hippie on all of your asses.

Do not fall victim to the Trump Administration’s propaganda.

Do your own independent research. Find out where you stand on issues, and vote according to the candidate who believes most like you do. And for fuck’s sake, open your heart to HUMANS. Who cares about jobs and money when your fellow man is being gunned down in churches and schools, when babies are separated from their mothers and put in cages, when 18 year old boys are sent off to die in a war they don’t even understand.

People over policy. Every fucking time.