I’ll be goddamned if I’m going to let that motherfucking rapist destroy me.

November 9, 2024

I met a mother and her daughter yesterday. They helped me set up my booth for the bazaar. We chatted pleasantly, and the conversation soon turned to the election. Mom, just a few years older than me, had voted for Harris; daughter for Trump. Mom said she was surprised her daughter voted for Trump, and I looked towards her daughter, and she said looked at me and said, “I didn’t know. I just voted for him.” I sensed she wasn’t a real introspective young woman, perhaps of average intelligence. She was quiet, so I was not at all angry with her. There was no reason to be. She remained quiet and subdued, but I did notice she paid close attention to the conversation between her outgoing, outspoken mother and me.

Going on about how horrible Trump is, I said I’d been anti-Trump since the pussy grab tape.

“What? What do you mean?”

“The Access Hollywood pussy grab tape! Remember? Right before the 2016 election.”

“Oh, I did not know about that.”

I continued to recount his litany of evils. She did know he had 91 indictments, but she did not know about E. Jean Carol. I proceeded to cover the highlights, in sickening detail, because I know way too much, I follow it all way too closely…