If you’re looking to talk to me about your disappointment in the wake of Kamala Harris’s loss to Donald Trump, you’ve come to the wrong place.
Disappointment? That ship sailed long ago. What we’re talking about here is something far worse — something that gnaws at your insides like a pack of rabid coyotes. Disillusionment. That is the true poison in the political water cooler. And it’s not just about Harris losing; it’s about America itself — a bloated, sick, confused, and ultimately self-destructive monstrosity that has somehow convinced itself it still stands for something worthwhile.
Let me make one thing clear: Kamala Harris was never my choice. I didn’t vote for her in 2020, I didn’t like that she was foisted on me – I wouldn’t have voted for Joe Biden. But that’s beside the point. This isn’t about personalities or individual candidates anymore. This is about a system that is so thoroughly rigged, so thoroughly broken, that the idea of “choosing the best person for the job” has become a sick joke.
It’s about the fact that Harris, a woman with a fairly noncommittal track record and a polished résumé, was shoved into the spotlight and propped up as the “savior” of American democracy — only for her to lose to a man who openly mocked everything that democracy is supposed to stand for.
The fact that this is the least surprising outcome in the history of American politics is what should haunt you.
What really gets me is the sickening realization that America has ceased to care about anything meaningful. Values? Ideals? Principles? They don’t exist in the landscape of this country any longer. They’ve been bought, sold, and shipped overseas to the highest bidder. We’re living in an age where the masses are fed a steady diet of flash-in-the-pan distractions, corporate-driven propaganda, and mindless spectacle.
The political parties — both of them — have been reduced to hollow vessels for power-hungry maniacs who will say or do anything to keep their careers afloat. Meanwhile, the people who are supposed to give a damn about the country are too distracted or too drunk on the fumes of nationalism to notice that the very fabric of the American experiment is unraveling.
I’m not disillusioned because Harris lost. I’m disillusioned because we lost. We lost the fight to keep this country from devolving into a grotesque parody of its former self.
The idea that an educated, articulate woman of color could be pushed aside in favor of a bumbling, ego-driven fraud who stands for absolutely nothing — says everything you need to know about where we are.
The American people have shown, once again, that they would rather retreat into the comforting lie of their own exceptionalism than face the hard truths about what’s happening here. It’s no longer about who wins or loses; it’s about how much longer this charade can go on before the whole damn thing unravels.
So, don’t talk to me about disappointment. Disappointment implies a sense of expectation. I expected nothing, and that’s exactly what I got. What’s left now is the slow, painful realization that America — the land of the free, the home of the brave, the great experiment in democracy — is a tired old joke, and we’re all the punchline.