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I’m Angry, But I’m Not Oppressed

When Donald Trump announced he was running for President, people scoffed. His earliest supporters were shushed, intellectuals informing America that he was a pompous ass and not to debase themselves by publicly approving someone who was so clearly a joke.  As it became clearer he was no joke, and in the very least not one to be counted out, collective America was still stamped down. Don’t waste your vote to someone who doesn’t have a chance, we were told.  But when the polls opened for early voting and they were packed from daylight till dark, and the plastic coat hanger signs popped up in yards,  and the campaign tour wore on, it became obvious he did have a chance. And blue collar America had a voice. And they were screaming.  America turned out day after day to stand in line to cast their ballot for their best chance. Their only chance. And maybe their last chance.  And by God, he won. He actually won. And we couldn’t believe our luck. So we rejoiced. And again, we were silenced. We were told it was over, to stop celebrating, whatever. In four years, they’d show us. We think it’s gonna be so great, but it’s gonna be a train wreck.  And on Inauguration Day, Trump made yet another rousing speech, and it wasn’t a sugar coated backpedaling of all his promises…