I Hope I Want To Vote For Donald Trump In 2020

I Hope I Want To Vote For Donald Trump In 2020

Because I want him to prove me wrong.

I did not vote for Donald Trump this election. Because of his crude words, his mocking of the disabled, his promise to build walls, 90% of his policy and the fact that he is a reality TV star and a businessman and not a politician, I begrudgingly cast my vote for Hillary Clinton. In 2016, I would not and did not select Mr. Trump's name on the ballot.

As of now, Donald Trump stands for thousands of things I don't believe in. As of now, I think Donald Trump's presidency will only benefit those who need no more benefits. I believe his stances, his beliefs, and his policies will divide us. I do not believe he stands for equality. Donald Trump has been accused of sexually assaulting women and admitted to doing such things. He mocked a disabled reporter. His presence in the highest seat in the country enables racist, homophobic, sexist and xenophobic rhetoric and actions from those who support him. I don't like Donald Trump as a man, and I do not like Donald Trump as my president.

But I want to. Lord, I want to. I've seen the metaphor, "why would you want him to fail? He's the pilot of a plane we are all on, wanting him to fail is like wanting a pilot to crash." But the question that begs is... Why do you need a metaphor? I don't need to see him as a pilot or a captain or anything other than a president to hope he does not fail. The US doesn't need to be a plane or a ship for me to understand why you shouldn't hope for your president to fail. Progress, lives, futures and so many more things are on the line in these next 4 years. I do not like him. But I do not want him to fail because he is the president of the country that we all, like it or not, reside in.

I've been very outspoken about my dislike for the president. And I don't intend to stop. I've been public about my political stance and have received backlash. I am sure there are hundreds of people who will say, "told you so" if Trump succeeds. And to that I say, okay. You told me so. You were right, I was wrong. Not only will I be okay with being wrong, I am hoping that I will be wrong. I am looking forward to people telling me they told me so.

I want Donald Trump to be the best president we have ever had. I want him to unite our nation. I want him to profusely apologize for the immensely offensive actions he made during and before his candidacy and actively work to improve relationships with those groups of people he attacked and offended. I want him to fight vehemently for the rights of all people, even those who's existence he doesn't understand or agree with. I want him to leave the Oval Office better than he found it.

Donald Trump will always be allowed to have his opinions. I do not want him to magically become liberal or neglect all of his conservative policies, because I appreciate and respect those who stand firmly in their beliefs. I simply want his conservative policies to be enacted without stripping rights away from anyone and without attacking anyone. Like it or not, we have a republican commander-in-chief, and all those on the left can hope is that those republican beliefs are enacted with respect and minimal harm.

I do not like Donald Trump. Himself and his administration taking over our country is frightening to me, and vastly more frightening to millions of people who don't have the privileges that I realize I do. But for the sake of our country and its people, I truly hope I am proven wrong. I hope everyone who believed in him is right. And he has a monumental amount of work to do to get there, but I truly hope Donald Trump becomes the president, and the man, that I would feel comfortale casting my vote for in 2020. And he has a long way to go.

Please, prove me wrong.

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This Is How Your Same-Sex Marriage Affects Me As A Catholic Woman

I hear you over there, Bible Bob.

It won't.

Wait, what?

I promise you did read that right. Not what you were expecting me to say, right? Who another person decides to marry will never in any way affect my own marriage whatsoever. (Unless they try to marry the person that I want to, then we might have a few problems.)

As a kid, I was raised, baptized, and confirmed into an old school Irish Catholic church in the middle of a small, midwestern town. Not exactly a place that most people would consider to be very liberal or open-minded. Despite this I was taught to love and accept others as a child, to not cast judgment because the only person fit to judge was God. I learned this from my Grandpa, a man whose love of others was only rivaled by his love of sweets and spoiling his grandkids.

While I learned this at an early age, not everyone else in my hometown — or even within my own church — seemed to get the memo. When same-sex marriage was finally legalized country-wide, I cried tears of joy for some of my closest friends who happen to be members of the LGBTQ community. I was happy while others I knew were disgusted and even enraged.

"That's not what it says in the bible! Marriage is between a man and a woman!"

"God made Adam and Eve for a reason! Man shall not lie with another man as he would a woman!"

"Homosexuality is a sin! It's bad enough that they're all going to hell, now we're letting them marry?"

Alright, Bible Bob, we get it, you don't agree with same-sex relationships. Honestly, that's not the issue. One of our civil liberties as United States citizens is the freedom of religion. If you believe your religion doesn't support homosexuality that's OK. What isn't OK is thinking that your religious beliefs should dictate others lives. What isn't OK is using your religion or your beliefs to take away rights from those who chose to live their life differently than you.

Some members of my church are still convinced that their marriage now means less because people are free to marry whoever they want to. Honestly, I wish I was kidding. Tell me again, Brenda how exactly do Steve and Jason's marriage affect yours and Tom's?

It doesn't. Really, it doesn't affect you at all. Unless Tom suddenly starts having an affair with Steve their marriage has zero effect on you. You never know Brenda, you and Jason might become best friends by the end of the divorce. (And in that case, Brenda and Tom both need to go to church considering the bible also teaches against adultery and divorce.)

I'll say it one more time for the people in the back; same-sex marriage does not affect you even if you or your religion does not support it. If you don't agree with same sex marriage then do not marry someone of the same sex. Really, it's a simple concept.

It amazes me that I still actually have to discuss this with some people in 2017. And it amazes me that people use God as a reason to hinder the lives of others. As a proud young Catholic woman, I wholeheartedly support the LGBTQ community with my entire being. My God taught me to not hold hate so close to my heart. He told me not to judge and to accept others with open arms. My God taught me to love and I hope yours teaches you the same.

Disclaimer - This article in no way is meant to be an insult to the bible or religion or the LGBTQ community.

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Everybody Has Room To Grow In Being Loving And Kind

Is anyone wholly kind? Is anyone wholly loving?

Everybody loves kindness. Everybody loves love.

But is anyone wholly kind? Is anyone wholly loving?

A deficit I see (and experience myself, seeing that I am an imperfect human) very prominently in our world, as I know it, is of a gaping lack of authentic, non-transactional kindness and love.

I’d like to preface this by once again highlighting that I do not consider myself outside of this deficit. My love and kindness are impoverished, surely not what love and kindness could truly be. I feel that I can speak on this because I am part of it.

Do we fight for social justice? Do we advocate for human rights? Do we believe in universal human dignity and the protection of it?

Do we also treat each human being we encounter with the same ferocious, passionate care we claim for humanity?

Do we insult people behind their backs? Do we fail to be intentional and genuine with everyone? Do we fail to make certain people feel cared for by our disengaged, disenchanted demeanor?

The answer, by the way, is yes. If you’re human, yes. Our love and kindness are not what they proclaim to be. My love and kindness are not what they proclaim to be.

I can admit this without shame because I know my worth. I know that my flaws and weaknesses have no effect on my value as a human being. And yet, I also know it’s important to admit these truths, and to acknowledge what they mean.

There is no such thing as loving “enough.” There is no such thing as being kind “enough.” The world is shattered. We are a broken, imperfect people. There will never be a day where we will be able to claim that we were perfectly kind, or that we loved perfectly.

What shall we say then? Shall we go on hopelessly, or apathetically, since imperfection is inevitable? By no means!

Acknowledging that our love and kindness needs growth creates room for that growth. It’s not self-deprecating to accept imperfection. Imperfection is a fact— but it shouldn’t lead to shame. Shame is a lie. Shame would claim that we need to be perfect to be priceless. Shame is dehumanizing and devaluing. We were not created to feel shame.

But we were indeed created to grow.

Love needs us to be open to growing in it. Love needs space to expand into. Love requires true intentionality. Love requires genuine relationship.

Love requires our acknowledgment that we can work on it.

How are we going to go about doing that? I might try setting my pride aside, so that I never treat anyone in my heart as if they’re a means to an end, or consider someone unworthy of my care. I might try to look people in the eye a little more. I might try being less quick to jump to annoyance or frustration. I might attempt to put away a bit of my judgment.

I might hold my tongue if my thoughts are about to release something dark and negative into the Universe. I might say sorry when I hurt someone, even if I think I’m right, because their perspective matters. I might listen to others’ thoughts and feelings, even if they differ from my own experience. I might have more intentional conversations.

I might be honest, even when it hurts. I might take a deep breath and work through an argument thoughtfully, instead of remaining closed minded. I might take a little more time to make sure others feel cared for.

I might allow room for myself to grow in love, something humanity can never get enough of.

How are you going to grow in your love?

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