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Woke, Broke and Doke
A personal inventory of my future as a narcissist in Trump’s America.
November 3, 2024, two days before Election Day.
Before we start, I admit, I vote based on my self-interest. I mean, is there any other reason to vote… really? It’s not that I don’t vote for a candidate — I see that I am voting for a candidate — it’s just that when weighing whom I will cast my vote for, I have to consider my future as a narcissist. So, to even things up so to speak, the night before I go to the polling booth, I make up an inventory of what my future looks like with my selected candidate in office.
Until this election. I blush at how my narcissism looks like next to Trump’s.
But I digress.
I have to keep the future ‘me’ in my sights. Not his future.
Woke
To start with, I have to grapple with this ‘enemy within’ thing-a-ding. Some of my colleagues in the progressive space we share have begun to reflect on assuming “enemy within” status come January 21, 2025. Do we pack an overnight bag? Is this going to be a long trip? Do I need to reveal to my interrogators the cancels of my writing I have endured? Names and addresses for more recruitment? I am beginning to reflect that my self-imposed exit from twitter, aka “X,” in 2019 was a wise move. Yup. They — and we know who they…
