Thank God for the theater.
My sister, auntie, and I saw Finian’s Rainbow at the Irish Repertory Theater today and we enjoyed a wonderful show filled with beautiful songs, fine acting and no Donald Trump.
It was the closet thing to a remedy from Tuesday’s nightmare scenario that has one of the country’s largest KKK groups planning a parade next month to celebrate Trump’s election.
Racist attacks have skyrocketed around America since Trump's victory so we shouldn’t be surprised that the boys in the white sheets have decided to come out of the closet.
Trump claimed that he wasn’t aware of the incidents (was he in a fucking missile silo?), said there was only a small amount and told people to “stop it.”
It seems fitting that there’s a character in Finian’s Rainbow who is an avowed racist--until he’s magically turned into an African-American. He learns pretty quickly what oppression is really like and amends his bigoted ways.
Where’s a leprechaun when you need one?
Trump scrounged his way into the spotlight with his racist attacks on President Obama’s citizenship and used that and other equally despicable lies to claw his way into the Oval Office.
He labeled undocumented Mexicans as rapists, threatened to ban Muslims from America, and peddled this pathetic fantasy about building a wall along the border and sticking Mexico with the bill, which, of course, they’re already backing away from.
The Idle Rich
Maybe if the Donald walked a mile in a Mexican’s shoes he’d sing a different song.
Or perhaps we could turn President Pussy Grabber into a woman for a day, so he could see how it feels to be groped, degraded, and threatened. Who says you can’t teach an old pervert new tricks?
Mike Pence, our vice-president-elect, has made a career out of persecuting gay people, going so far as to propose cutting funds for AIDS and using the money for bogus “conversion therapy” programs.
I have gay friends who were absolutely heartsick after the election and were it in my power to somehow transfer their pain into the people who voted for Trump I would do it in the blink of an eye.
I was looking over the photos from a Halloween party my sister and I attended and the gay couple who threw the affair look so happy.
It seems like such a long time ago, but it was only a week or so before Election Day. My friends aren’t smiling anymore.
The names being bandied around for the new administration sound like something from a DC-version of The Walking Dead.
Newt Gingrich and St. Rudy of 9/11 are two of the more appalling candidates with many more to follow. Maybe we could try conversion therapy on them.
There are going to be some very difficult days ahead and we’d best keep looking to the rainbow until things improve.
How are things in Glocca Morra? Better than here, that’s for goddamn sure.