Day 5: Sorry. I Broke My Promise

When I started this I said I’d write every day until January 20, 2021. I said this because I’m crazy. That’s a crazy idea. But I said it. And I am going to do my best to stick to it. But yesterday I failed to write. I’m going to write twice today.

Even though writing every day for 1,533 consecutive days sounds crazy, I said it and I’m going to try like hell to accomplish it. I didn’t just say this to make you love me.

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Day 4: A Conversation with a Friend who didn’t vote for Clinton

Immediately after I posted Day 2: I Wanna Get to Know Ya, Twitter replies, Facebook comments started flying at me. It was kind of crazy. A lot of people I know who voted for Trump wanted to chat. And like I said yesterday, I’m going to get back to all of you. And if you want to talk and haven’t reached out feel free to do so.

One person I know and haven’t talked to in quite a while didn’t wait for me to get back to them. They simply started the conversation over Facebook Messenger. They just went for it. It was surprising how my post made someone I haven’t talked to since 2012 want to just reach out to me and start a dialogue.

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Day 3: What could I have done differently?

In yesterday’s post, I said I’d like to get to have conversation with the people I know who voted for Donald Trump. The response has been really overwhelming. Thank you to all of the people who reached out. I will definitely be in touch with you all. And if you haven’t contacted me but would like to chat, it’s not too late. I’m going to be here writing everyday for five years, hopefully. So feel free to reach out at any time. I plan on posting a portion of one of the conversations I’ve had so far, tomorrow.

Today, I’m wondering why I wasn’t doing things like this sooner. Not just asking Trump supporters why they feel the way feel, but why I didn’t try to do more over the last 18 months. Why was I just a spectator?

What could I have done differently?

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Day 2: I Wanna Get to Know Ya

On Tuesday, 59,581,585 voted for Donald Trump. And I thought I didn’t know 10 of them. I was wrong. Turns out I do know more than 10 people who voted for Trump. I’m shocked actually.

You see, I bought into that whole idea that all of the people who voted for him were racist, crazies who I had nothing in common with. But there’s no way there’s nearly 60 million racist crazies walking around this beautiful country. No way.

This reminds me of the Bill O’Reilly rant on election night in 2012 when President Obama was re-elected, the Fox News commentator said the election was won by people who want stuff. He said, “They want things. And who is going to give them things? President Obama. He knows it, and he ran on it.” The news media was painting all the people who voted for Obama as people who wanted government handouts. We all know that’s not true. But nobody ever tried to talk to us to find out why we voted for him… twice.

Over the last two days I’ve seen celebratory posts on Facebook from people I know well, people I grew up with, and people I am related to. They’re good people.

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My Life in Trump’s America, Day 1.

One week ago, on the evening of Wednesday, November 2, while much of America was glued in front of their televisions watching an historic and dramatic World Series victory for the Chicago Cubs, I was glued to something else… the toilet. Sorry, I’m oversharing here a bit.

I don’t know if it was food poisoning from a bad calzone, some sort of bug or what but from Wednesday evening until Saturday morning, I was very ill. Sharp stomach pains, fatigue, and a throbbing headache were just a few of my symptoms. And then there was the nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. Lots of diarrhea. It was about 48 hours full of loud, disgusting, horrible trips to the bathroom.

This was, by far, the sickest I have ever felt. That damn calzone or bug or whatever kicked the shit out of me… all of it. All of the shit, was kicked out of me.

And yet, today, one day after 59,581,585 people decided to vote for Donald Trump, I feel incredibly worse.

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By Tim Hammill