Why I’m Voting For Hillary
I know my Bernie or bust friends will disagree with me, but here’s why I’m voting for Hillary…
I wouldn’t be able to look myself in the mirror if Trump became President and I didn’t do everything in my power to stop it.
I don’t have much power but I have a blog.
I’m not going to get into all the political platform details, but — in a nutshell — I cannot vote for a racist misogynist who wants to punish all women who get abortions, build a wall, and deport all Muslims.
What’s next? Crucify all atheists? Burn witches? Where does the hate end? How many personal freedoms and rights are we willing to sacrifice because some of us don’t like Her?
I’m not going to go into defending Hillary (you can go to her website for that). All I’ll say is I’d rather have Her in the White House than any other valid option at present and here’s the reason why:
Several years ago I went to a well known horror bookshop in LA. Upon meeting the owner he asked me what I did. I said aspiring screenwriter. Completely deadpan and without hesitation, he replied that I should get a job as a stripper then.
Oh, I’m sorry, does the fact that I have boobs and a vagina negate that film degree I received from Boston College?
Am I so invaluable as a woman that it’s OK to publicly humiliate me in front of my peers?
He didn’t make wisecracks to any of the men around me. He discussed seriously the merits of horror writing and filmmaking with them. I was the only joke. I was the only non-respected human in the bunch.
I felt slapped in the face.
I have never gone into that store again despite the fact that I love the merchandise.
If you can’t look me in the eye and take me seriously as a woman, as a human being, as an equal… If you can only see my value as a naked body writhing on stage, then I have no time for you. No patience.
You cannot grab me by the pussy.
I’m with Her.