Creep of the Week: Donald Trump

In the middle of a pandemic, Trump is literally destroying the post office right before our eyes because he doesn’t want people to be able to safely vote by mail. He’d rather people go to the polls.

Wait a minute, what am I saying? Republicans don’t want people to vote. High voter turnout is good for Democrats. But regardless, the Republicans think nothing of driving people out into a public space when there is still a deadly virus ripping through the country. And to be clear, Trump and his wife have applied for absentee ballots so that they can vote by mail in the November election.

I love the post office. Maybe because I was born a couple decades before the internet boom. Maybe because I met my wife in 1997 right before she left for 11 months to study in Japan. Getting letters and postcards from her made my life. And I sent many to her as well.

Republicans have long been after the post office. They want to privatize it because, as far as they see things, if it makes no profit then what’s the point? This also helps to explain why they hate public schools and would like to see the system taken over by for-profit corporations who have to answer to shareholders, not parents and students.

But Republicans have never been so brazen in their attempt to steal an election before. Trump is 100% not interested in running a campaign and competing on his merits. Because he has no merits. He’s a trash human whose resume boasts racism and rape. It’s astounding to me that anyone still supports him, but they do.

While phone banking for the state house race I’m working on, I talk to a good number of people. Most do not want to talk to me. Frankly, a lot of people are rude. Some holler, “Put me on the do not call list!” and hang up the phone, as if they think that I have access to some grand master list that I can put their name on.

But nothing makes me more disheartened when I talk to someone who says, “I’m not interested in politics.” It is often younger, presumably white men, who say such things. And my first instinct is to yell, “MUST BE NICE!” into the phone.

It’s a luxury to not care about politics. Or, I should say, it’s a luxury to not have to think of the policies that other people are making for you because you are not the one who will be harmed by such policies.

I’ve been an out lesbian my entire adult life. There has never been a single day when I didn’t have to think about how policy affected my life. There were laws against me loving another person. So, yeah, I take it personally when a registered voter tells me they don’t care about voting.

Especially now! Trump has been the worst president. He is a terrible person who has spent his entire life harming other people. And since taking office his ability to hurt people has become seemingly limitless.

We’re in the neighborhood of 180,000 deaths from COVID-19, certainly more by the time you are reading this. I remember reading a dire prediction that we would have 200,000 people dead by the November election. And we’re on track to even surpass that.

In 2016 we had a choice between a good person and a bad person for president. We chose the bad person. And we have paid a price.

In 2020 we have a choice between a good person and a bad person for president. We need to choose the right person this time.

I don’t care about how you feel about Joe Biden. He wasn’t my first choice. Or my second. Or my third. Putting someone in charge who actually cares about Americans dying in droves should be an easy lift.

Which is why Trump is throwing tantrums so hard right now. He has shown us who he is over and over again. And, sadly, his words and actions have become normalized in this country. He isn’t normal. This isn’t normal.

I urge you to vote. Get your friends to vote. Get your family to vote, unless they’re the family you dread seeing at Thanksgiving because they love Trump and think that racism isn’t real.

If you’re planning on voting by mail, get your shit together. Make a plan. Know your state’s election laws. In Michigan, I advise that you get your application in early for a ballot. Take your completed ballot to your clerk’s office yourself. Put a mask on and drop it off.

On Twitter I keep seeing posts like, “Retweet if you would crawl naked over broken glass and rusty nails to vote Trump out in November.” The way things are going, that’s not far-fetched. And that’s not normal.

D’Anne Witkowski is a poet, writer and comedian living in Michigan with her wife and son. She has been writing about LGBT politics for over a decade. Follow her on Twitter @MamaDWitkowski.

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