There Is No Point

Wouldn’t you say it’s about time we push away all falsities and just grasp the raw truth?

Life has no point.

It doesn’t.  Now don’t get all righteous on me and say it’s our job to make the world a better place and what not.  Don’t jump to conclusions; just listen.  For centuries upon centuries, no one has been able to solidify enough real information to give us the answer we need.  There are countless sources with contradictory information, though.  The earth and all its characteristics were made from God, straight from Genesis 1:1.  Our galaxy was created in an astronomical explosion and, thanks to gravity and a few other properties, the universe came to be, from “A Day Without Yesterday” written by Mark Midbon.  I could go on and on talking about reality being a mere fragment of imagination or being puppets of a greater being, but you don’t really care about any of that, do you?

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m glad you’re here!  It’s important you acknowledge why you’re really here instead of the basic “I want to be a good person”.  You’re probably here to find some source of inspiration that will miraculously push you to conquer life and magically accomplish your biggest dream.  Or you’re here because you’re at the end of your rope yet still grasping at straws just in case you missed something.  Either way, we are all searching for the same thing: purpose.  We are all hoping someone out there knows a trick to find life’s true purpose that no one else has heard of.

I hate to break it to you, but there isn’t one.

But there are also over 7 billion.

Simultaneously.

Yes, you heard that correctly.  No, wait, I don’t mean that one person has to live up to over 7 billion reasons to exist.  That’s impossible and, to be frank, just plain anal.  Putting that much pressure on one person is going to kill them faster than any disease.  To that, many people usually just say, “Screw this,” and abandon any real direction or desire to accomplish goals.  Neither one of these extremes are going to reward you – take it from someone who’s tried both and hit rock bottom each time.

There is no point.  But there are also over 7 billion points.

No human is supreme.  But there are over 7 billion unique souls.

Think on that for a moment while you listen to this short audio clip from a recently released Netflix film entitled To The Bone.  It’s a movie about a 20-year-old woman named Ellen who is struggling with anorexia nervosa.  (Don’t worry.  This audio does not focus upon any topic that may trigger someone currently with/who had an eating disorder.  However, it will most likely make you uncomfortable.)  https://youtu.be/Dx7-SX6N6W0  

Ellen’s first time seeing her new doctor, Dr. William Beckham

*hands you tissue* This is a hard idea to come to terms with, especially hearing it like this.  Eli (as she calls herself) begs her doctor for hope, but There are enough idiotic inspirational quotes out there that mean nothing.  Beckham knows better than to feed falsities to a girl so good at seeing through society’s bullshit.  The path he chooses is honesty.

“There is no point.  Or at least big picture – we don’t get to know what it is.”

Obviously, this isn’t what Eli wanted to hear.  Like many of us, she wanted the magic words that would save instantly save her.  No more searching or struggling or deliberating.  Just a reason.  He refuses to give it to her.  Maybe that’s because he doesn’t want to lead her on.  Maybe it’s because he himself doesn’t know.  Or maybe he knows that the reason he gets up and faces each morning will never be the reason Eli chooses life over starvation.

That’s the case with everyone.  That’s why there can be over 7 billion points to existence or none at all.  There is no one on this earth who can “save” you or appoint you a reason to stay alive.

The reason is up to you.

Other people can help you, but the choice to put down a razor blade or to apply for a prestigious job or to attend a missions trip is all yours.  Before I have anyone jump at my throat, I understand what is meant by the term ‘this band saved me’ or ‘this speaker turned my life around’.  My adolescent therapist, Twenty One Pilots, Dan and Phil, and Lilly Singh were those people for me.  I used to say they saved me from the life I’d been living.  Which is partially true.  My therapist showed my eyes where to look for a new side of the equation.  Tyler and Josh of TOP created honest and comforting music for when I thought I was alone.  Dan and Phil used their platform to show people (typically people like me) that there was a way to move on.  Lilly showed the world that there was nothing holding anyone back if you didn’t let it.  So sure.  They had a hand in my awakening.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But to say they SAVED me, that’s just not true.  I saved myself.  Me.  Kaden Elizabeth Hurley.  I cried to a friend instead of suffocating all emotion.  I made the choice to I made the choice to stop purging my food.  I pulled off the road instead of crashing into a tree without a seatbelt.  I made the choice to engage with those idols mentioned above and to incorporate parts of their success tricks into my life.  It was me.

I gave my own life meaning.

Taking someone else’s passion and trying to make it yours only backfires on you.  Life’s point has to be important to you.  Fight for your country, knit hats for homeless people, get out of bed even when depression strikes, I don’t care.  Wait, no, I do care.  I care an awful lot.  I care so much that I’m here for you, right now, telling you that you’ve had the strength, the skill, the dedication inside you all along.  I can’t tap into it and guide you to a promotion or a counseling center or a medical discovery.  That’s your responsibility.  All I can do is remind you of your uniqueness.  Over 7 billion people and not one repetition.

So do yourself a favor when you’re done reading this.  Think of something you need to make your life feel complete.  (Write it down in the comments or on twitter if you want to be held accountable.)  Channel that concept into your everyday life.  Adjust your purpose if you need to, but never forget it.

Because remember, life has no point until you give it one.

Eat to Fuel YOUR Body

The other day, I was at one of those typical backyard BBQs with a pool and music and miscellaneous homemade dishes.  When it actually came time to eat, I opted for coleslaw, gooey mac n cheese, and a zucchini muffin.  Others at my table loaded up with burgers, hotdogs, and/or chicken.  Obviously, they noticed my lack of meat.  It took awhile for anyone to actually ask me about it, which I thought was kind of funny; it’s just food!  “Are you vegetarian?” I smiled, knowing this conversation could go one of two ways: 1) shame the shit out of meat and processed foods or 2) explain that I’ve experimented with food until I found what worked for my body and what didn’t.

Don’t worry.  I chose the latter.  Why bother stirring up unnecessary tension and hostility?

This discussion got me really thinking about food, cultures, our bodies, and how different they really are.  For example, my best friend’s family immigrated to America from the Philippines (an Asian island), and they were shocked at the food portions and choices in here.  Where they’re from, meals were much smaller, first of all, and they didn’t eat atypical American breakfast foods – i.e. pancakes, omelets, etc.  Instead, the focused on foods similar to those pictured below: eggs sunny side up, rice, fish or pork, and pickled veggies.

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Courtesy of Red + Black Apron, a typical Philippine breakfast!

To someone who grew up in central Pennsylvania with an abundance of home cooked donuts, blueberry pancakes drowned in syrup, and crunchy, greasy bacon, I never would’ve considered eating anything like this that early in the morning!  Their way of eating was just so different than mine, it threw me for a loop.  But is it okay for us to eat so differently?

Is a raven like a writing desk?

(Yes, the answer is yes…) Very few people throw a fit or become overly judgey when it comes to different cultures eating different foods or at different times in the day.  We think it’s interesting, hence foreign cuisines being a massive part of taking vacations.  So then why, here in the world’s largest melting pot, do people feel the need to shame other people’s food choices?  Who cares if you dislike chocolate or avoid red meat or only buy whole foods?  It’s your body and your goals.  You know what works best for you, not the other 300 million Americans trying to force their own diet upon you.

The number of social media accounts, commercials, even books dedicated to body shaming are endless which is totally awesome, because our bodies deserve love and appreciation.  But, uh, I think you guys forget to mention other things that go along with body appreciation.  I don’t know, like, the custom diet each unique body fuels itself with?  If our bodies are as different as we have come to believe, then why do our food choices have to fit into a certain mold as well?  Come on, a marathon runner wouldn’t maintain the same diet as a crossfit athlete.  I mean, look at them!

Matt Fraser – Fittest Man in 2016 and 2017
Edna Kiplagat – winner of 2017 Boston Marathon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yeah, I know this is an extreme comparison, but it gets the point across.  Both of these amazing humans have worked out what the best food is for their specific lifestyles.  Marathoners, like Edna, focus their meals around carbohydrates and fats such as peanut butter sandwiches.  Crossfitters, like Matt, work their meals around protein and complex carbohydrates such as chicken breast with a sweet potato.

Whether someone lifts or runs, avoids animal products or can’t get enough of them, calculates exact macros or flows more intuitively, that person does so for personal health.   I, myself, enjoy vegetarianism.  Since I weightlift so frequently, however, I needed to make adjustments to ensure I got enough protein.  After some trial and error, I’ve found which foods help me perform at my best and which foods hinder my abilities.  That’s all I need.   It’s none of my business why someone follows a certain diet, and he/she shouldn’t feel pressured to defend that diet.  Respect other’s choices, because they don’t really affect you.

Life’s too short to fuss over what diet your friends are on or which snacks the celebrities are skipping.  Eat what makes you happy and feel good.  It’s that simple.

Superwoman is my Superhero

You know those moods that turn into funks that turn into a long-term slumps?  No, not the kind of funk that all the girls out there go through once a month *coughs* *raises hand*.  It’s more like the progression Harry goes through in Order of the Pheonix when he’s kind of being controlled by Voldemort.  Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about here.  You feel angry or upset all the time and end up pushing responsibilities away and cease all creative evolution because none of it really matters anyway.

Yup, I admit to it.  This has been me for the past year or so.  When I woke up, I had no real reason motivating me to get out of bed, to put makeup and clothes on,  to complete even the littlest tasks.  I blamed this on my depression and anxiety teaming up to see if they could get me to crumble again.  I just went through the motions with as little active thinking as humanly possible, hoping they would eventually go away.

Stop grimacing at me!  I’m only human, too, okay?

Thankfully, there’s this cool thing called YouTube where one is able to spend copious hours of their life laughing, learning, crying, cringing without really realizing all of that time has passed and you haven’t showered in two days…. Anyway!  On YouTube, I am a massive fan of only a few creators (all, I’m sure, I will address at some point here and in a video on my own channel) who’ve produced worth while content.  One YouTuber in particular has gone above and beyond making videos to really making a difference for women, education, and poverty.  This creator goes by the name Lilly “iiSuperwomanii” Singh.

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Lilly Singh, killing it as usual.

I’ve been watching her videos for, what, two years now?  Probably more: depression alters your perception of time.  Her real life humor and emotion captivated me to watch not only her main channel but her vlog channel as well.  In March 2017, she published a book called How to be a Bawse: A Guide to Conquering Life that outlines her philosophy on truly living life and being as successful as possible.

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Here it is!

I wasted no time purchasing a copy and devouring the first chapter, then the second chapter, and before I knew it, the book was finished.  After watching her videos for so long, I thought I had a grasp of who Lilly was, but this book brought me to an entirely new and powerful level of her true self that filled me to the brim with emotion.

For those of you who don’t know, Lilly actually went through an episode of depression toward her final years in University where she was studying psychology.   She described it as “hitting rock bottom”.  Instead of staying lost in that crippling realm of chronic self-hatred, she decided to fight for a way to be happy.  She is now one of the most influential women in the world, and God knows she won’t stop there.

Back to the present where I had just closed the back cover of How to Be A Bawse to see one final gem of wisdom with the definition of a bawse.   BAWSE/baus/n: a person who exudes confidence, hustles relentlessly, reaches goals, gets hurt efficiently, and smiles genuinely because he or she has fought through it all and made it out the other side.  

I soaked in every podcast, interview, or short clip of her speaking about the book I could find.  From each recording I clung to a phrase or an idea that added fuel to my fire.  This may sound annoyingly cliche, but it’s true; Lilly’s testimony of success awoke something within myself.  I felt it come alive, warmth flowed from my chest to the rest of my body.  It was beautiful yet stern.  The message was clear: stop waiting for everyone else, because you know damn well you are the only one who can do this.  

I believe everyone needs someone to look up to who truly embodies their definition of success or happiness or both (Lilly is absolutely both for me).  Don’t try and copy their every move; let their individuality empower your own unique strengths and embrace the worthwhile ideas that she/he stands for.  Lilly is my person.  Who’s yours?

Suicide is NOT a Joke

When people see the title of this post, I’ll bet at least half of them scoff in annoyance.  To those of you who do not understand why I made the above statement, see this through someone else’s eyes for a moment.  Just a moment then you’re free to make your decision on the concept.

First things first: say the word.  Just to yourself.  Whisper, “Suicide.”  As Hermione Granger once said, “Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself.”  Once you take away the taboo of saying suicide, approaching the topic becomes loads easier.

When my therapist told my parents about my suicidal thoughts (not my plans or actions, mind you), their reactions, though in different forms, were of the same emotion: terror.  Yes, I know, the idea of your child killing herself is scary.  The reason I said terror instead of fear was because when they would look at me, all I could see in their eyes is the same look that I imagine an individual holding a triggered grenade would have as he/she looked at the threat in the palm of his/her hand.  But besides being suicidal myself, I have interacted with people who have attempted to kill themselves and helped talk someone out of that downward spiral.  They had kept their pain in the dark, adding on to the power it held over them.

People who haven’t experienced suicide automatically just say, “Oh, well, why didn’t you just tell someone?  It’s not that big of a deal.”

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This.  This is why we cannot tell people.  To the vast majority of the human population, being suicidal is seen as weak and a joke.  So please explain to me how the hell someone suffering from severe depression and suicidal thoughts is supposed to have enough confidence in real help when insensitive, ignorant shit like this is plastered anywhere from a billboard to a post on Tumblr.  It even reaches churches.  There is an annual talent show type thing that my church has every March.  The deacon who throws it together approached a few Youth Group members (myself included) about performing the following joke: Four journalists are pacing around the hillside in agony because they have no story to write about.  They agree they may as well jump off the cliff.  On the count of 3, all but one plummets to their death.  The last one standing exclaims with glee he now has a story to write about.  Oh, okay, so our life struggle is something to be used for entertainment?

Think before you speak.  You never know what battles are being fought right before your eyes…

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Welcome Back YouTube Video!

After many hours learning how to use technology – hey!  Quit laughing! – I’ve finally uploaded an Elves of Zeoch related video on my YouTube channel.  In this video, I address a little bit of where I’ve been, the plan for the future, and a little reading of the first chapter.  Sounds to me like you should check it out!

 

Writing Inspiration: The Basics

Trying to get back into the groove of writing is a challenge, one I admit I wasn’t quite prepared for.  I’m sure you’ve experienced the feeling before.  You know, you sit down at a fully charged laptop in your work chair with a fresh cup of coffee (or tea.   Or water. Or even a bottle of wine.  Who am I to judge your drinking preferences?) ready to crank out a motivational blog post or a poem straight from the soul.  You place your fingers on the home keys – at least, that’s what we were taught back in middle school, am I right? – and wait for the words to flow across the open document.  You keep waiting.  Maybe after checking a few emails and seeing how many likes you’re newest Instagram upload got you’ll have something to write.

Five hours later, you’ve check each social media outlet, all 3 email accounts, watched Jenna Marbles’ newest video, and caught up on the latest political drama.  That writing thing you wanted to do never actually happened.

Finding a desire to write is easy for those of us who crave creating masterpieces with words.  Finding the inspiration to fuel said masterpieces is far more difficult.

When I was younger, I thought people took ideas from other authors and just called them different things.  Yes, I know now that’s plagiarism.  Don’t guffaw at me, okay?  I was little and ignorant.  A mere fetus.  Granted, I wasn’t too far from legal inspiration.  You may not be able to take the characters or invented creatures from a book or movie, but you are more than welcome to let that character inspire you.  For example, in the famous Harry Potter series, Harry comes across creatures called Dementors that suck all happiness and life from the victim.  Rowling designed these creatures after her vision of depression.  If you like that idea, give anxiety your own characteristics and boom.  You’ve got yourself a villain inspired by another author but with your originality.

Scene from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2

All throughout my life, I’ve come across the idea that the best place to go and stumble upon ideas is the great outdoors.  First of all, if you’ve ever found this mystical place, please take me.   Second of all, unless the focus of your writing is legitimately about a naturalistic aspect, what good will staring at rippling water do?  Personally, it just relaxes me to the point of cat-napping.  For the rest of us, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that we write more about people than nature.  Ergo, watch some people!  … uh.  Wait.  I didn’t mean stare through someone’s window for 5+ hours, ya creep.  I meant go to the beach, go to a park, go to a grocery store, go to a city square.  As long as it’s somewhere that the people you’re watching act as naturally as they do every other day, you’re golden.  As numerous psychology and sociology studies have proven, natural observation is the most ideal way to solidify certain interactions between groups of people.  As an author, it’s your job to develop characters from beginning to end, and this includes multiple things you can observe from real people: how emotions affect body language, the type of person who reacts selflessly v. the type of person who reacts selfishly, typical reactions to an inconvenient situation, etc.  Long story short, expose yourself to what you want to write about.

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Alfred Hitchcock watching people

Lastly yet absolutely not least, stop writing.  *shattering plates* *dropping laptops* *collective gasps* No, no, really.  It’s so important to just STOP writing when you’ve come to a complete mental block.  I mean, you could try to force words out of your mind – it’ll probably just be a long string of crap if we’re being honest.  Unless you’ve a massive, unyielding deadline, there is so reason writing should be to simply fill a page.   Quality writing often comes when you’ve a freshly stretched and refreshed mental state.  This could look different to everyone: for me, it usually involves a musical cleaning spree or a solid workout; for others, it may look like dinner with friends or a trip to a pet store to play with the puppies and kitties up for adoption.  Actually, that sounds like a great idea … NO.  Focus, Kaden.  Finish the post first … Right.  So after you’ve taken a step away from your work, certain things become clearer.  Words flow with more ease and come together with more harmony.  It may sound like you’re taking two steps back instead of forward but trust me , and the next time you find it impossible to write, stop.

Killarney Forest Trail II

 

A final few suggestions involve mainly a writing buddy like a cat or some fish, baggy sweatpants, and multiple cups of coffee.  Happy creating, my friends.

 

When Life Gets in the Way

Salutations, fellow souls.  Welcome to my website.  Of course, this site has been active since 2012, I believe.  Now, math is certainly not my strong suite, but doesn’t that mean I’ve been AWOL for 5 years?!

Wait, wait, wait.  I haven’t pulled a Boo Radley and simply refused to associate with the outside world nor joined Henry David Thoreau on an island to protest societal standards (no matter how tempting it’s been…).  What’s really happened is this weird thing we call life.  Life’s events have plunged so far off my previous projected path that it took 5 years to crawl my way back to safe ground.  Before you ask, no, I didn’t have a map, compass, OR GPS.  That’s right.  This navigation was pure trial and error.

I won’t drag out the details, mainly because everything is so fuzzy I couldn’t give an accurate report anyway.  Maybe I’ll explain more in a later post, but for now, I’ll simply let you know I’ve been battling bulimia, generalized anxiety and moderate depression.  It’s been tough; I won’t lie.  But often times, the most rewarding experiences tend to also be the most harrowing.  Thankfully, I’ve found a place between serenity and productivity where I can flourish.  It’s from this place I plan on beginning to touch base with all of you and my book audience again.

 

Comment below with any blog topics you’d like me to delve into!

Your feelings are NOT inadequate!

Ooooh if I had a nickel for every time I heard, “well at least you’re not _____” or “but so many people have it worse than you” or “why are you making such a big deal?”, I could afford quite a few college text books, a mini fridge, and a parking pass for all 4 years of college.

This is the most ridiculous attempt at sympathizing with someone I have ever come across.  It’s not that their effort is unappreciated.  It’s the fact they are trying to make someone’s situation seem petty or trivial even though it may be destroying their life.  “Oh sure, your son is in the hospital, but at least he isn’t dead yet.”  “Why are you acting so depressed?  At least you have a family and friends.”  It demonstrates such a blind level of understanding.  The level of pain you are able to handle is light years different from the level of pain someone just down the street can.

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If this is a foreign topic for you, check out Brene Brown’s Ted Talk on Empathy.  Here is the link.  She says that empathy is feeling with people.  It’s a vulnerable choice that enables you to connect with another through shared feelings of anguish or guilt or loss.  Through empathy, you understand that you are not the only one who has felt this way.  You realize that you are allowed to feel however you feel in that moment.

For so long, I thought that since I have two parents, a house, a few friends, and a strong school career that I wasn’t entitled to the darkness creeping up on me from my repressed anxiety and depression.  I told myself I was overreacting, being a wimp, being ungrateful.  It took a close encounter with suicide, a year (and counting) of therapy, and a loyal best friend to convince me that feelings are feelings.  Mental illnesses don’t discriminate.  My chemical imbalance isn’t something I can change.  If you are a billionaire with a dream job and a massive group of followers, your feelings of loneliness are not stupid.  If you are a great student with an admirable GPA, you can still feel far from perfection.  If you are on a beautiful vacation at a tropical island, you are allowed to feel sad and betrayed.  It doesn’t matter what your current state is.  

YOUR FEELINGS ARE VALID.

I will not shame you for them.  You will not shame yourself for them.  Do not accept when other people shame you for them.

Stay strong, beautiful friends.

 

 

It’s Just a Bad Day, Not a Bad Life

Oh yeah.  You know that feeling.  From the moment you opened your eyes, absolutely nothing went the way you needed and/or expected it to.  Your coffee spilled all over your car seat.  Your laptop died, and you don’t have the chord to charge it.  You took the wrong exit, causing you to roll into work 30 minutes late.  Each person you interact with says just the right thing to set you off.  Each assignment you had to undertake may as well have burst into flames with how well you completed it.  This was me on Friday.  It caused me to be so down on myself, lost all patience with everyone I interacted with, caused me to see nothing but the negative.  On top of it all, I couldn’t get away from all the awful executive orders Trump decided to sign.  It scared and angered me so badly that I actually got sick.  But that’s beside the point.  I have news for you.

IT’S JUST A BAD DAY, NOT A BAD LIFE.

It’s the same concept as with maintaining a healthy, balanced diet: occasional cake doesn’t ruin your health or physique.  Therefore, a shitty day doesn’t ruin your whole life.  Yeah, if you’re in that position right now, you probably are rolling your eyes at my positivity (at least that’s what I used to do).  You’re thinking of telling me to piss of, there is no way.  I’m relapsing.  It’s over.  But that’s not true.  You can use it to make you stronger.

“Fight it.  Take the pain.  Ignite it.”

 

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“Tie a noose around your mind, loose enough to breathe fine and tie it to a tree.  Tell it, ‘You belong to me.’ This ain’t a noose this is a leash, and I have news for you: you must obey me”  ~ Twenty One Pilots

Think about it.  There are 365 days in a year.  Let’s say you experience a real shit day about 25% of the time, an uneventful day 25% of the time.  That leaves 50% of the days to be enjoyable and rewarding.  Are you willing to throw away that beautiful 50% on just one of the crushing 25% days?  I’m not.  And I won’t let you, either.  Whether it takes hours of meditation, nonstop music, 4 batches of baking, a 15 mile run, I believe you have the inner strength to become bigger than this day.  Or this week.  Or this month. Or the next 4 years (not that I’m referencing a specific presidency or anything).  No matter how long it takes, there WILL be an end.  You may think it’s not there, but maybe that’s because you aren’t looking in the right direction yet.  That’s why you have the rest of us.  You won’t ever have to fight this alone.

 

 

I love you, dear friends.  Be strong and be brave.  This won’t be forever.

Build A … Wait, What?

“If people respect you, respect them back.  If people disrespect you, RESPECT THEM BACK.”  It’s common courtesy.

When it came to politics, I honestly tried to keep my temper and not shame one side over the over.  Yes, I am a liberal, but I wasn’t one of the people going around and spreading hate about Trump.  This latest decision on his part has pushed me over the edge.

Here is a short clip of what I’m talking about.

Really?  Please, someone explain to me the benefits of destroying good relations with one of our top 3 trade nations and one of our closest neighboring countries?  Mexico’s president and America’s were scheduled to meet in the near future, but Mr. Enrique Nieto called it off earlier today due to Trump’s disrespectful demands.  Trump claims the cancel was mutual, and that he refused to meet with a country that doesn’t give him respect.

Who is he to speak of respect?  He who mocked the behavior of a disabled reporter?  He who assumes it’s acceptable to grab a woman’s pussy?  He who, surrounded by a cabinet just like him, signed away a woman’s rights over her own body which will inevitably lead to backdoor, hanger abortions?   He who thinks stereotyping all Muslims as terrorists and Mexicans as rapists or drug dealers is the answer to our problems?  He who hasn’t ceased to abuse what power wealth has given him?  He whose every word is hypocritical of the last?

Some things he’s engaged in I respected, like disagreeing with the current Obamacare.  I consent that it needed some additions and editing, but to remove it completely is pure ignorance.  Well over 11 million Americans depended upon Obamacare to assure that they as well as their families were getting the health care every human is entitled to.  So fine, repeal the Affordable Care Act, but for the love of God, have a replacement first.  Think of the lives that could be lost because they can no longer afford the hospital visits for cancer or depression.  A very personal example involved a friend (who will remain nameless for their family’s protection) whose older siblings are in need of treatment for Brittle Bone disease.  These treatments cost thousands and thousands of dollars each month.  Obamacare made that possible.  Now that it’s gone … Of course, I plan on helping them in any way possible.

This is just one example.  There are so many others I could go into, especially banning legal abortions and preventing funding for organizations like Planned Parenthood.  I don’t like the idea of killing a child, either, but it isn’t our choice.  It is the choice of the woman whose womb will be affected by the decision.

I have nothing against those of you who support him.  You are entitled to your opinion as I am mine.  I just beg you all to think about what his reckless behavior could bring upon the civilians who call this country home.

“If people respect you, respect them back.  If people disrespect you, RESPECT THEM BACK.”