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Positivity in the apocalypse

Adam J. Blust
Words Mean Things
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4 min readDec 11, 2024
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The election cracked me open like an egg on a concrete floor.

I had spent months convincing myself and everyone else that trump could win, that maybe it was more likely that he *would* win. But there was still a big part of me that thought it couldn’t happen.

Boy was I wrong.

Not only did he win, but he won the popular vote. He won all the swing states. And the House and the Senate will soon be under (razor thin) MAGA control, taking their place alongside the MAGASCOTUS already in place.

The worst of the worst.

And then as if that wasn’t enough, his clown car of sexual assaulters and traitors and con artists started lining up for places in the new administration. And why not? The literal worst human being alive was obviously going to surround himself with pretenders for his crown. Takes one to know one.

“There is only one Hell, Princess — the one we live in now.”
-Melisandre, “Game of Thrones”

For a couple of weeks after the election, I was just numb. Completely cut off. I couldn’t feel anything. I didn’t laugh, or cry. Just blank.

Then, miraculously, I woke up. And I was still alive.

I started to realize that the sphere of things I could have any influence on was incredibly small. It…

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Adam J. Blust
Adam J. Blust

Written by Adam J. Blust

Writing memoir and memoir-adjacent stories. Hoping that exploring the past will illuminate the future. “How’s that working out for you, being clever?”

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