I can't with this

It’s Friday, May 29 and I’m as angry about politics as I have ever been in my life, if by “politics” I mean the simple ability of politicians and their enablers to tell the difference between right and wrong. The worst thing is that it's entirely possible, even likely, that Donald J. Trump will win another term in November. By "win another term," of course, I mean "do whatever he needs to do up to and including theft, fraud, and murder to hang onto power." Hopefully, the Democrats (who are only marginally better) will take the House and Senate and remove him from office. If using social media to incite gun violence in American cities does not make him unfit for office, then I guess I don't really understand the Constitution.

The Minneapolis police finally arrested the cop who murdered poor George Floyd, who begged for help and cried for his mother, while a merciless thug masquerading as a law enforcement officer held him down, using his knee and the full weight of his body to choke the life out of a man accused of nothing more than passing a bad check. How much pain and terror must a grown man suffer to cry for his mother in front of his tormentors?

By the way, I am actually pro-life. Meaning against abortion, opposed to the death penalty in all circumstances,
opposed to assisted suicide, opposed to refusing refuge to desperate people whose lives are in danger
 and DEFINITELY opposed to mowing people down with machine guns for breaking fucking windows at Target. 

The President who earlier today demanded the death penalty for looters didn’t demand the death penalty for the man who murdered George Floyd. He didn’t call for the death penalty for the Charlottesville white supremacists who murdered Heather Heyer. He didn’t demand swift, deadly justice for the people who murdered Ahmaud Arbery, or Botham Jean, or Atatiana Jefferson, God rest their souls.

My husband is a police officer who had to leave the house in uniform this morning, so not only am I seething with fury at the outrageous oppression that the Black community continues to suffer; I’m also sick with anxiety and fear.

God help us all.