It seems only fitting that while we await the dreaded inauguration of a fascist, narcissistic blowhard to take place on Friday, January 20, 2017, I have the common cold.
As common as it is, I still detest being sick with it. This is saying a lot, as I have fibromyalgia, and sometimes a flare can put me down for several days. However, I’m accustomed to them and can prevent them, for the most part.
We are on the eve of the day Donald Trump is sworn into the highest office of the United States of America, and I’m coughing up a lung.
Well, fuck you, DT. I’ve still got my voice with this keyboard.
I’ve been thinking of how to broach this subject—since it’s all any of us are talking about—and I have come up with what I consider the most articulate way for me to describe my disgust and disdain for the inauguration and the next four years of hell for this country.
Since I cannot go march and I must instead spend my Saturday schlepping food at work, here is my protest:
The Top 10 Things I’d Rather Do Than See Donald Trump Take the Office of POTUS
Reality hits tomorrow, folks. Get ready. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.
Kim D. Bailey, a Pushcart Prize Nominee, writes Women’s Fiction, short stories, poetry, non-fiction, and a weekly column for FIVE:2:ONE. She is currently writing a third novel. She’s published in several online literary journals and print magazines. Kim lives in her hometown of Chattanooga, TN. To connect follow at www.kimbaileydeal.net and on Twitter @kimbaileydeal