Yesterday’s election was like driving past the scene of an accident on the highway. I knew it was not going well for me – or people like me — and yet I couldn’t stop looking to see just how bad the damage was.
My country has spoken. Perhaps because I have read too many banned books, I find its messenger repugnant. I fear his message extrapolated from anger and the lies that feed that anger. However, it is liberating to graduate from so many of the things we were taught about civility – difficult things like treating others as we would like to be treated, not insulting people’s intelligence or heritage or looks or families, not pretending to give your microphone a blow job on a stage in view of children and the world. We can be as coarse as we want to be in public or in private. We are freed from the inconvenience of thinking before we speak. Manners are woke and those who use them are part of the elite. Think how much more effective our communication will be now that we can say whatever we want in whatever way we want to those whose perspectives differ from ours and are thus just flat out fucking low-IQ wrong.
On this first morning in the new order I am also excited that we are no longer pretending to be a nation where every person’s participation in democracy matters as much as every other person’s. Living in a reliably partisan state, no one seems to care much about my vote. My family in Pennsylvania and North Carolina get a whole lot more attention than I do. What matters is money. Money talks. Dark money used to be something that gave us pause. We knew it was there in the election process – a mysterious malevolent force like Satan – but we looked away and attributed getting elected to things like campaigning well or establishing a track record of serving the people. Things are refreshingly unambiguous now. If we are not independently wealthy enough to buy a second home in a state that interests us and self-fund our election to Congress, then all we need do is select a wealthy person to serve. JD Vance is a heartbeat from the presidency because he was clever enough to let a wealthy friend buy him a Senate seat.
Which brings us to my hopes for life in Elonica. Despite my reservations about our newly elected leader, I stand ready to serve the wealthiest man in the world who directs satellites and space travel and electric cars and X. I am assuming that he will eventually use the president he purchased to tell me how best to contribute. (Regrettably, I am too old to bear more white children and so I cannot fulfill my true function as a woman in our brave new world.) While I await further instruction, what I can do is document our successes in this new manifestation of democracy. I will keep the record of how our lives get so much better so easily now that the nation has elevated the one man who can fix things.
Welcome to Elonica! Let the making great begin!
But now, by dying to what once bound us, we have been released from the law so that we serve in the new way of the Spirit, and not on the old way of the written code.
romans 7:6