Words by Mia McKenzie
Drawings by Ritapa Neogi
The election of Donald Trump had me in a state of shock. For some reason, even knowing all that I know about oppression and the ways that it operates, even with alllllll that I’ve written about it over the years, I still wasn’t really prepared for this shit. I was prepared for a lot. I was prepared for Hillary Clinton, for God’s sake. But not this shit. It’s like the difference between going to a dinner party and knowing you might get severe food poisoning because your friend can’t cook…
and going to a dinner party and being attacked by rabid possums.
Which—sidenote—are also called opposums. Because a beast that hideous needs multiple names, not unlike Satan/Beelzebub/Lucifer. They’re basically the Nosferatu of animals, y’all.
But, look, this isn’t about possums! Jesus Christ, people, focus!
It’s levels, is what I’m saying. We’ve been Trumpled, y’all. Which is kinda like being trampled, but with swastikas.
Life feels suddenly really different now that Trump is President-Elect. Maybe it’s not, but it feels that way.