I am calm.
I did everything in my power to prevent this day from coming. I campaigned (hard) for and donated (a lot) to the candidate who was not just the best choice for our country but who was by far the most popular candidate, the candidate who energized the most voters, the candidate with a demonstrably higher chance to win.
Though the candidate who had, at best, a razor-thin possibility of winning was chosen, and though I was crushed and disillusioned, when the time came, I voted against apocalypse.
So I did all that I could. I am calm. I am at peace. I am also unbowed, unbroken, unafraid.
I will not cry. I will not huddle. I will not hide.
I will fight. I will fight. I will fight.
I will fight on my terms. I am not a part of any party. I am not a part of any herd. I am a one-man guerrilla force against not just the despicable thug now infecting the White House but against all the forces that helped put him there, whichever side they’re on.
I will fight. I will fight. I will fight.
I am calm.
You want to get out of here? You talk to me.
Under An Outlaw Moon 