Keep The Faith: Joe Biden Defeats Trump

Celebrate Biden's Victory with Fireworks

Keep the Faith: Biden Defeats Trump

By Anna Hessel

 

Cut Me to the Quick

Well, our nation needs a manicure after this nail-biter election but the plus-size diva has now sung.  History has been made with President-elect Joe Biden and Vice-President-elect Kamala Harris.  The two Dems have received a record number of votes, more than any other presidential and vice-presidential candidates in American history.  We will have our first female, African-American, and South Asian Vice President.

High Above the Chimney Tops

I am shouting “President Biden!” from the rooftops – OK, I am afraid of heights, but I am shouting it in my living room and from my car window.  While we dance by our lit Biden-Harris sign, car horns honk in the background, fireworks are being shot off, celebrating the end of a four-year living hell.  I would run up and down the street hugging total strangers, but thanks to Trump’s incompetence in handling COVID-19, I can’t.

Exposing the Truth

When ‘the Donald’ first took office, a very wise friend commented that people always had feelings of racism, “but now we know who they are”.  Unfortunately, many of them we have known for a very long time, like my nephew, or the church deacon who applauded myself and my spouse when we finished RCIA (Rite of Catholic Initiation for Adults) and were formally accepted as members of our faith.  Our old friend, whose home we often visited and child we often babysat.  Being told by those blind to the truth to “open my eyes” and change my vote, something I would not do even if I could.

Never Give Up

Although our hearts have been broken, we keep the faith.  We thank the Lord above for our new hope with a Biden-Harris administration.  On Election Night, our hearts bled to see so much red on the map, but our president-elect and his beautiful wife in her pretty, pink coat stood together, encouraging us to not give up.  Just like Joe Biden gave Cory Booker a pep talk during one of the Democratic presidential candidate debates, he gave his supporters the same reassurance.

Hurt and Anger

We had hoped for a blue tsunami – we wanted our vindication and moral victory on Election Night.  Watching from a friend’s apartment Van Jones, a former Obama staff member, on CNN, with courage and eyes full of sadness, speaking about the dreaded “N” word being used once again.  Sick at heart, with tears running down my face, I refused to sleep.

A Prolonged Vigil

I continued the television vigil at home, staying awake to the point of exhaustion, consoling friends over the phone and over social media who were scared and crying.  One of these friends had a brother and others harassed by a Trumpster truck circling the polling place parking lot – a call to the police did very little to quell the situation.  I watched as buildings were boarded up and ATM’s ran out of cash, and reports of post-election safety plans came across the airwaves.  Canada kindly offered emotional support persons to weary Americans, which of course they already get with universal health care.

Keep it Positive – NOT!

There was never ever an election like this – the soul of our nation was at stake.  Voter suppression illicit robo-calls, attempts to run Biden campaign vehicles off the road, a nation divided by hate, sadly, in many cases, blasphemously in the name of God.  White-hot anger, like a spear to my heart, engulfed me.  “Hail to the Chief” was played for Mr. Trump, as he entered a White House briefing room in an attempt to claim a false victory that was not his.  I now have peace in the assurance that the song will never be played for you again, as it should never have been.  You are an unreasonable facsimile of a president, not a commander-in-chief of anything at all, let alone our proud and strong military.

More Lies and More Virus

Election evening Trump came to the stage in front of an overkill of American flags. The room was filled with supporters all sitting close together, some were wearing their malignant “MAGA” hats. Almost no one was wearing a mask, it seemed strange, being it was so soon after “45” and Melania both were ill with COVID-19.

Mendacity

The current Mrs. Trump stood nowhere near her husband and she made a swift exit after his speech. He didn’t give a concession speech which would have been the correct thing to do, but rather, he blatantly lied to our nation once again, claiming victory even though millions of remaining legal votes were yet to be counted.  Now his chief of staff and other staffers are COVID positive, thanks to the lack of social distancing and mask wearing.  Trump’s “Postmaster General” refused a federal judge’s order to find missing ballots, because you know, Donald, in your dark soul those votes were not for you.

Real Men Work for Peace

“United we stand, divided we fall”, as President-elect Biden and former President George W. Bush call out for unity, “45” continues to divide our nation.  Thank God for Joe and Kamala. The fear of how much damage Trump could have done if given another four years sends me into a fetal position.  Mr. Trump refuses to accept obvious defeat, even when his own son-in-law, Jared Kushner, reportedly tells him to concede.

A Nasty Woman

Donny-boy, you seem to be affected by premature election, but sorry-not-sorry that your pre-existing condition will prevent you from getting Viagra.  I am sure, however, that it’s no big thing.  Oops, is my “nasty woman” showing?  Well that’s too bad, because our sorority sister Kamala (you know, the lady that’s going to replace Mike Pence) is an intelligent and beautiful, “Elle Woods”.  You remember Elle, don’t you?  A couple years back you plagiarized her graduation speech.

“You’re Fired!”

Don’t let the White House back gate hit you in the…oh, wait, never mind…  On Biden and Harris’ inauguration day, we will make sure you are conducted to an awaiting garbage truck, while strains of “Jail for the Chump” are played by a brass band.  There will be a pair of matching bracelets awaiting you.  Then you will be escorted to begin a very long vacation at Club Fed, courtesy of the NOT AFRAID (NOrTh Americans For Responsibility, Assertiveness, Integrity, and Decency – I need to thank my husband for that one…)  Maybe your friend will supply you with one of his “My Pillows” for your new digs.  If you refuse to leave, I am sure the marvelous Dr. Jill Biden would be thrilled to demonstrate once again her uncanny ability to remove unwanted pests.

Bye, Bye, Bunker Boy…

You are a disgrace to our democracy.  Never before has a “president” challenged their opponent to a physical fight.  What’s next, a duel?  This isn’t “Hamilton – The Next Generation”, Donald…  Perhaps if you so much as knew how to properly spell “polls” (not “poles”), they might have gone a bit more your way.  Apparently you were thinking of your favorite stripper bar – maybe that’s why you were so late for your Election Night press conference?  For a sitting president to suggest votes should not be counted, especially the votes of service-men-and-women, is despicable.  We know you sit on your backside all day, so you can sit this one out – the Biden-Harris victory dance has begun.  Our best days are yet to come.

“You’re a Mean One, Mr. Trump…”

“You’re a mean one, Mr. Trump,

You really are a heel,

You’re as cuddly as a cactus,

you’re as charming as an eel,

Mr. Trump,

You’re a bad banana

with a greasy black peel!

 

You’re a monster, Mr. Trump,

Your heart’s an empty hole,

Your brain is full of spiders,

You have garlic in your soul, Mr. Trump,

I wouldn’t touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot ‘poll’ (sic).

 

You’re a foul one, Mr. Trump,

You have termites in your smile,

You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Trump,

Given a choice between the two of you,

I’d take the seasick crocodile!

 

You’re a foul one, Mr. Trump,

You’re a nasty wasty skunk,

Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Trump,

The three words that best describe you are as follows,

And I quote, ‘Stink, stank, stunk’.

 

You’re a rotter, Mr. Trump,

You’re the king of sinful sots,

Your heart’s a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Trump,

Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful

assortment of rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled-up knots…

 

You nauseate me, Mr. Trump,

With a nauseous super ‘naus’!,

You’re a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Trump,

You’re a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce…”

 

(I mean absolutely no disrespect to the great genius of Dr. Suess, garlic, skunks, sauerkraut, or even the Grinch.)

 

I also mean no disrespect to the geniuses of Walt Disney, but I have yet another song for you, “45”, courtesy of a pair of ice princess sisters:

“45”

“The snow glows white on the mountain tonight

Not a footprint to be seen

A kingdom of isolation

And it looks like I’m the queen

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside

Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried

Don’t let them in, don’t let them see

Be the good girl you always have to be

Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know

Well, now they know

 

Let it go, let it go

Can’t hold it back anymore

Let it go, let it go

Turn away and slam the door

I don’t care

What they’re going to say

Let the storm rage on

The cold never bothered me anyway

 

It’s funny how some distance

Makes everything seem small

And the fears that once controlled me

Can’t get to me at all

It’s time to see what I can do

To test the limits and break through

No right, no wrong, no rules for me

I’m free

 

Let it go, let it go

I am one with the wind and sky

Let it go, let it go

You’ll never see me cry

Here I stand and here I’ll stay

Let the storm rage on

 

My power flurries through the air into the ground

My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around

And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast

I’m never going back, the past is in the past

 

Let it go, let it go

And I’ll rise like the break of dawn

Let it go, let it go

That perfect girl is gone

Here I stand in the light of day

Let the storm rage on

The cold never bothered me anyway.

Support Your Local Country

And the cold certainly did rage on during your administration.  A former best friend claimed that not supporting “the Donald” was spreading hate, yet the spread of hate came from the Trumpsters.  As President Teddy Roosevelt once said, “Patriotism means to stand by the country.  It does not mean to stand by the president.”  Faith in God’s promises had been replaced by illogical fear.  Those supporting Mr. Trump in no way benefit from the large corporations who refuse to cut into their excess profits to avail the common folk.  President-elect Biden will bring back the middle class.  To coin a phrase from Vice-President elect Harris, “People care about who will put food on the table.”

We Are Better Than This

What has been called “freedom” under a wanna-be dictator isn’t free.  Stupidity is rampant: one person, who couldn’t afford to purchase a used car during the soon-to-be former administration, attempted to make a baseless argument that if major corporate taxes are raised, he would immediately be terminated and wouldn’t be able to afford his phone or other expenses.  What the hell have we become, America?  We are better than this.  In my favorite Bible verse, we are reminded by God, “‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’” (Jeremiah 29: 11, NIV).

A Commercial We Can’t Bear to Watch

A recount isn’t necessary – the vote will not change.  With Biden in office sanity will be restored – no more television ads depicting a grown woman squeezing a toy plush bear, complete with a bad blonde toupee, and an American flag cape coming out of it’s back.  She loves her “Trumpy bear,” and she frightens me.  When we first saw this commercial, my husband dropped his sandwich and I nearly choked on my matzoh ball.  We thought it was an “SNL” skit, not an advertisement for an actual product.

Damage to be Repaired

I believe the insanity that has accompanied the last four years will finally come to an end.  Common sense will once again reign.  Intellect tells us that the current minimum-wage is not enough to live on. It does not take a degree in economics to figure out that the $1200 stimulus cannot begin to repair the damage of the worst economy since the Great Depression.  Donald Trump has made a mockery of the presidency, hurting everything he touches.  He accused Democrats of “stealing” the election, when he in fact has stolen our country’s dignity.  Trump has made us the laughingstock of the world.  A racist Muslim ban, a bigoted wall, screams of innocent children being ripped from their parents arms. Children kept in cages while the U.S. government had to admit it couldn’t find their parents or guardians.

“Religion,” not Faith

Blasphemous use of God’s word for a photo-op, not holding the Bible near his heart but along his side as if he could not wait to put it down.  Carrying a Bible he doesn’t read, standing in front of a church he doesn’t attend.  On Election Day morning, while “the Donald” drank a Diet Coke and ate a fast-food breakfast sandwich, President-elect Joe Biden quietly attended church.  If these people honestly believe Mr. Trump is, “chosen by God”, then I pray they get down on their knees – be careful what you wish for.  Mr. Trump, you fueled fires of hatred, spreading them far and wide, and robbed us of security.  You will not rob us of our President, Joe Biden – we’ve had enough.  Out of the ashes, we will rise again.  We are now ending the “error” of your “presidency”.

Bishop to Pawns

To quote Bishop Talbert Swan, “So sad to see, so many poor whites from rural America, trailer parks, and poor neighborhoods voting for Trump, not because his policies benefit them, but because his racism resonates with them.”  Bishop Swan also said, “White people in trailer parks, who have health insurance because of ‘Obamacare’, voted for Trump because he makes them feel that no matter how poor, uneducated, or destitute they may be, they’re still better than Black people.”  Bishop Swan goes on to say, “Calling a Black POTUS married 28 years to one wife with two children, no mistresses, affairs or scandals, ‘the Antichrist’ but a white POTUS married thrice, five kids by three women, mistresses, affairs and scandals, ‘God’s anointed’, proves your religion is white ‘supremacy’.”

Swan Song of Racism

I must continue to quote the Bishop Swan, “Mayo logic: if the shooter is… LATINO: ‘Build the wall!’ ARAB: ‘Ban Muslims!’ BLACK: ‘Black Lives Matter are terrorists!” WHITE: ‘It was self-defense, donate to my Gofundme page.’”  No matter how this turns out, Trump’s high number of white voters affirms that America is a racist country.  It appears at least 55% of white people in America could care less about integrity, morality, character, equality, liberty, or justice, as long as they have a candidate who promises to preserve white ‘supremacy’”.  I sincerely pray with all my heart that is not what most Caucasian people in the United States care about.  Swan also commented that in our nation, “…is where being a racist, a rapist, a pathological liar, a pervert, and an immoral, murderous sociopath is no hindrance to being president…if you’re a white man who preserves ‘white supremacy’.”

Looking Down

Former President Lyndon Johnson was quoted as saying, “I’ll tell you what’s at the bottom of it.  If you can convince the lowest white man he’s better than the best colored man, he won’t notice you’re picking his pocket.  Hell, give him somebody to look down on, and he’ll empty his pockets for you.”  We have elected a new white man who denounces white “supremacy” and announces decency.  We are no longer looking down, America – we are looking up.

Achieve This!

Many a Trump supporter has tried in vain to convince me of ‘the Donald’s’ “achievements.” His supporters claim a man who commits adultery with no remorse, urinates on prostitutes, mocks the disabled, and is responsible for refusing to take medical science seriously in regards to a raging pandemic, resulting in the death of over 235,000 American people, is “God’s chosen one”.  As my spouse points out if Trump’s accomplishments were a movie, it would be entitled, “The Wrath of Yawn”.  One particular Trumpateer, who knows how much I love animals, was quick to point out that “45” had signed the bill making cruelty to animals a felony.  Yes, he signed it, however, Trump also advocates trophy hunting, and made it easier to kill wolf pups and bear cubs in Alaska.  We loathe your abhorrent maliciousness, Donald Trump, and we have chosen our President, Joe Biden.

Faith Up To It

We keep the faith, Joey, in God and in you.  As Van Jones said on CNN in his tearful, eloquent, and moving commentary about the end of Trump’s reign of terror.  Van now believes his  sister will be able to go to Walmart and get back to her car without any racist threats or insults.  It will be easier to be a parent/dad, easier to tell your kids character matters, truth matters, being a good person matters.

What You Face

The task you face, President Biden, is arduous and treacherous, but with your stellar wife, accomplished Vice-President, and the nation’s premiere Second Gentleman by your side, with God’s grace, we know you can bring our country back from this brink.  You, Joe Biden, are a President of the people, by the people, for all the people.  A devoted father and husband, you are a man of peace.  You will bring dignity and even doggies back to the White House. One of them is even a rescue animal.

Yo, Joe!

You, during your time as Vice-President under President Barack Obama, gave tens of millions Americans health care and saved the auto industry.  During your exemplary political career, you strove to ban assault weapons and were responsible for the “Violence Against Women” Act.  You have a clear, concise mind and a humble servant’s heart.  Your character is refreshing, and your genuineness, endearing.  As a military dad, you treat our troops with respect.  Your interaction with the American people is affectionate and sincere.

A Real Man

You give courage to the downtrodden. You give your private phone number to children who struggle with stuttering.  You speak eloquently and have the respect of world leaders and people across the globe.  You even gave us a fabulous fireworks display during your socially-distanced victory rally, in place of the ones this grossly mishandled pandemic robbed us of this past Independence Day.

Church Bells Ring

We hoped and prayed you would be our President.  As the church bells ring for your victory, we thank God for your triumph.  We will be stocking up on facial tissue (if we can find any) and waterproof mascara before Inauguration Day, because we will once again shed tears of joy when we hear “Hail to the Chief” played for the first time in your honor.  I don’t even mind looking like a cross between a raccoon (they are pretty cute, though) and a member of the rock group KISS.

“A Time to Heal”

Although we have never met, and we may never meet, but a girl can hope, I do love you, President Biden.  You are like a beloved uncle, and your wife and your Vice-President are like my sisters.  You have chosen the American people as part of your already extended family, and we have chosen you, a Godly man of faith and integrity, to lead us through this difficult time.  ”There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens,” (Ecclesiastes 3:1, NIV).  You are so right – now is our time to heal.  We can once again sleep well.  It feels good to know that on January 20th we will have a new President, not a golf playing Putin sycophant.  You have our prayers, our support, and our gratitude, President-elect Joe Biden.  Our best days lie ahead…

“Let The Healing Begin,” (as recorded by First Call)

“See the hand of life

Calloused and cold as stone

Holding the weight of the world

Searching for someone to drop it on

There’s a place we can go

Where pain slowly fades away

There is grace for the soul

With a silent prayer and a heart of faith

 

Let the healing begin

You gotta trust in the power of God

When nothing makes sense

Let the healing begin

In the wake of the tears of the innocent

Let the healing begin

 

See the face of heaven

Full of mercy and hope

Holding the answers to life

When disillusion is all we know

There’s a place we can go

When we’ve had all we can take

There is grace for the soul

With an honest prayer and a heart of faith

 

Let the healing begin

You gotta trust in the power of God

When nothing makes sense

(When nothing, when nothing makes sense)

Let the healing begin

In the wake of the tears of the innocent

Let the healing begin

 

Let the healing begin

Let the healing begin

Let the healing begin

 

Let the healing begin

You gotta trust in the power of God

When nothing makes sense

Let the healing begin

(Let the healing, let the healing begin)

In the wake of the tears of the innocent

Let the healing begin

 

Let the healing begin

You gotta trust in the power of God

When nothing makes sense

Let the healing begin

For the sake of the tears of the innocent

Let the healing begin

In the wake of the tears of the innocent

(Let the healing)

For the sake of the tears of the innocent

Let the healing begin”

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