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What Now?
"...I'm wishing Donald Trump luck and I'm going to give him a chance and we, the historically disenfranchised, demand that he give us one too." ~ Dave Chappelle
It's been almost a week since the election.
If you went out and voted your conscience, not the lesser of two evils but your conscience, I cannot find fault with that. If you genuinely felt Hillary would make a terrible president and thoughtfully turned to Jill Stein or Gary Johnson, I respect that.
However, what is beyond my grasp to comprehend is how anyone could vote his or her conscience and cast that vote for Donald Trump. His own words vilified his integrity. I'm confused, and yet...
We have elected a tangerine-tinted buffoon.
There are two things about that last sentence for which I take full responsibility:
1) I have resorted to name-calling. This is the only derogatory phrase I will use against this president. And I'm sorry I just can't help it. Have you seen Bridget Jones's Diary? Julian, the guy Bridget's mum has a fling with? Tell me there is no resemblance.
My apologies, Mr. Barlow. The only comparison I intend between you and the U.S. President-elect is that of your character, Julian (the original tangerine-tinted buffoon), in Bridget Jones's Diary from 2001.
By the way, if at any point in the future I use words like racist or misogynist to describe President-elect Trump, know that these are descriptive labels that he has earned through his own words and deeds. That's not name calling. That's calling it as I see it.
2) I said, "We have elected..." We are all responsible for this. No matter where you cast your ballot or for whom, those of us who are not satisfied with this result are ultimately to blame. We didn't do enough. We didn't believe it could happen. So we didn't pay attention to the possibility he could win.
I have friends who were very active. And I listened and agreed. But I did nothing. No, not completely true. I voted my conscience.
It wasn't enough.
So what do we do now?
After what looked like the most uncomfortable meeting ever, and I'm sure the Oval Office has seen its share, President-elect Trump came away not ready to completely gut Obamacare. So maybe, just maybe, there is a ray of light.
But we can't let that be enough, just hoping.
I've never been motivated by politics. I'll be honest; to me it looks like a giant mush pot of ego. Partisanship makes me ill. Then again, so does the thought of anyone attacking the First Amendment or women's rights. Blatant racism, misogyny, and a general disregard for human rights cannot be seen as acceptable at any level, but certainly not from the highest office in the greatest country in the world.
And this is the greatest country in the world. There is no "Make America Great Again." We're already there. This election proves it. The tangerine-tinted buffoon proves it. Proves that we all have the right to vote and that, even when exercised, things still don't always go your way. And the protests against this election result prove it. We have the right to speak our mind and spread our message.
So what is the message you will spread? President-elect Trump campaigned on fear. Set aside the hate, hate is born of fear. President-elect Trump scared people into voting for him. Make room for understanding and to be understood and that fear can be overcome. I have to believe that. Maybe I'm naive.
“Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.”
I have so much fear myself. I'm, oddly I suppose, not afraid of people. Not as such. My fear is much more abstract. It's something that clutches at me from places that have no reason. I too often silence my own voice. Not others: me.
I will, as I often do, turn to my SPN family. All roads lead to Supernatural. These are a wonderful, sensitive, goofy, intelligent, open hearted people who have a mind to make this world a better place. It can be seen over and over and over again.
Last Wednesday, the day after the election, Misha Collins posted the following video. He's near tears and brings me to tears each time I watch. His sincerity is palpable. His love for this country is genuine. His desire to make this world a better place is obvious.
In his footsteps I will humbly follow. I don't have his reach but I will do my best to "spread a message of love and kindness that is infectious."
This message can start small. Replace the general lack of civility we have for one another with a smile. Yeah, I believe that can work. I have actually flummoxed a number of people over the years with a simple smile. An honest smile that actually begins in your eyes, not a snarky smile that curls you lip, can stop someone in their tracks. Today is World Kindness Day. Give it a try.
“...I’m wishing Donald Trump luck and I’m going to give him a chance and we, the historically disenfranchised, demand that he give us one too.”
All in the Family
It picks up where Don't Call Me Shurley left off. Then Kevin gets an upgrade. Sam babbles. Dean cries. All in the first three minutes of the All in the Family.
A single man tear.
stolen with respect from Osric Chau
I love that Chuck is God. This is a god I can understand somehow. Not all wrath. Not lollypops and sunshine. Just Chuck, hiding in plain sight. Mostly in his underwear and a bathrobe. Writing. Even though writing is hard. Playing music. He gave himself the ability to play guitar. And sing. Drinking. Eating. Donuts. Nacho cheese. Bacon. Yes! Bacon. Chinese food out of the take out container. Having sex. Girlfriends. Boyfriends. Watching Dean's porn before moving on to... competitive curling.
I love that Lucifer isn't afraid of Amara. He's annoyed. Brilliant!
I love that Dean yells at Chuck for singing in the shower. Three times.
I love that we see Kevin go to Heaven and then meet Donatello. Not the Ninja Turtle.
I love that the Samulet is back.
I love that I don't really know where this is going. That we might lose Chuck. We've all lost God at some point in our lives, right?
Fare Thee Well
Chuck's back. Chuck's God. Chuck is awesome.
Some questions answered. More questions posed.
And then this beautiful, soulful, song.
video stolen with respect from Castiel Darling
And now I like Metatron? What? This look brought me to tears. A perfect scene. I don't care that the pages are clearly blank. Would we be able to see the word of God anyway?
This is the moment. That look.
stolen with respect from Rob Benedict
Don't Call Me Shurley
please oh please oh please oh please oh please
courtesy ofhttp://cwtv.com/shows/supernatural/
Season 10 Promo: Demon Dean Rises
October 7th. Tuesday. Demon Dean.
CANNOT WAIT!!!
Not sure I'm down with "Deanmon." I'm still liking Demon Dean.
We'll see. Maybe it'll grow on me.
Thanks to Winchester Bros for the video.
Demon Dean singing some karaoke.
Do You Believe in Miracles
There'll be peace when I get done!
Dean summoning... something.
Jensen on the Season 9 finale: "It was a bit of an eye opener." WTF!
Supernatural Season Nine Finale: Metatron must be stopped!
Supernatural Season 9 Finale: Metatron must be stopped!
Bloodlines
A spin off.
Now it really comes down to it.
Is it the writing and the stories and the mythology?
Or is it the magic of Jensen and Jared on the screen together?
I guess we'll find out.
Photo stolen with all due respect from Spoiler TV.
Mother's Little Helper
Tonight is a new Supernatural episode, Mother's Little Helper, written by Adam Glass and directed by Misha Collins.
Misha’s wearing a Sam t-shirt while he’s working behind the scenes? Of course he is.
This brother angst stuff has got to go. Please can’t they start getting along again? Or at least not be perpetually pissed at each other?
I bet Misha’s telling Jensen his secret plot to make Jared look like Mary Tyler Moore.
Yup.
Jared wins at the pranks in the end. Pie!
