Also known as Day 1 AT (After Trump). We now no longer use the Gregorian Calender. 2016 stopped November 8, 2016 AD. So its DAY 1 Year 1 AT (After Trump). Everything prior to today will be referred to as BT (Before Trump) replacing the hackneyed and tired BC.
Sorry folks. Jesus no longer matters.
It’s a very weird day when I realize I’m a better Christian than the right-wingers because I didn’t vote for the sociopath. Alas now that I’ve achieved a personal milestone in my Christianity, I can no longer use the time tested B.C./A.D., because we’ve been taken over by an Idiot and a squad of right-wing and broken-winged morons. There goes the alphabet!
That’s okay. I was tired of using letters to communicate anyway. It’s much easier to grunt and point at the nearest civil right and then consume it like its some giant delusional cookie treat, never to be seen again, but boy wasn’t that a fabulous five seconds of Neanderthal goodness!
It’s the first time I have felt glad about my upcoming hysterectomy-there will be no possible way to get pregnant after that and be forced to have the baby because I will no longer have the right to get an abortion at age 50. And believe me the fucking baby would want it too if it got a look at me on any given Sunday.
That was the bright spot of Day 1 AT, dear diary, so glad I won’t have a womb very soon.
Several unthinking people told me today, “Have a nice day.”
I wanted to punch them in the fucking face.
That’s how I survived Day 1, well that and still being drunk when I woke up this morning.
Only 1454 days to go.
Reporting from the Heart of the Trump-apocalypse
Laughing and Heart-Broken Coyote