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Those of us feel who have fucking empathy, this is how it feels.

We were robbed.

An invasion of our spaces as those we once saw as compatriots kick down the front door to our house, forcefully tie us down with a mob while we’re in our beds, hold a gun to the back of our head, tell us to shut up, or be shot. Then they proceed to rob us.

That’s if we’re lucky. If not, they’ll throw us in a van and send us to a work camp as slaves while they take the house too. The cops do show up, make a big scene, and ultimately never catch the suspects.

I’d know because it happened to me.

I’m a middle-aged man according to the average expectation, so I’ve been through some shit.

Home, invaded.

One early May morning in 2009, I was asleep. I woke up with the sound of my bedroom door kicked open. A split second right before three men pinned me down, I attempted to get up but was unable to. The intruders hogtied me by binding my hands and feet. Wrapped up with nearby computer cords. Gun held to the back of my head. Told to hold still or… The barrel pressed in punctuated his point. My poor brother was completely knocked out from partying the night before, as it was Memorial Day weekend. The robbers proceeded to slowly shift through the entire house like at a store, stealing enough to each fill a 50-gallon black trash bag. It’s amazing that you can pick up only by sound and intense focus on abject fear. About 2-3 hours later they left out the back. It was impossible to travel up the stairs to check on my brother. No response to my screams asking if he was okay. I decided to hop to the doors to call for help. First out the back as it was closed. Then, out the front door, which was broken so hard by blunt force that it was ripped off a hinge. My neighbor saw me and she called the cops. She cut my hands and I ran upstairs to check on him. He was okay.

The cops eventually arrived in a bluster to interview me and inspect the overturned mess of the inside of our house. I told them every single detail I remembered from the slowest three hours of my life.

I cleaned up a bit, had the medics patch up the bruises on my face, and I had my mother and the person she used to get married to, drive me to a job interview I had scheduled like an hour later that morning.

The interview went okay, the person asked about my obvious injuries and I told them point blank what happened.

I didn’t get that job.

To my knowledge the criminals were never caught. It would take some effort to do so, and I don’t want to know at this point.

It took a long time to heal the biggest emotional scars from this experience, and I was forever changed. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the betrayal from my fellow humans. Or the disappointment that the cops didn’t catch or follow up years after about the suspects. Sometimes there are no solutions. Crimes don’t always get solved. Criminals get away with it. I was the victim for no reason other than greed.

Last week Two weeks ago, all of the worst of that returned after the election.

It’s felt exactly the same.

While I’m doing better each day, the dread of what’s to come and the distrust in civilization I had during the peak of the pandemic (which isn’t over) has roared back.

I’m at the anger-disassociation stage.

Why the hell hasn’t the Democrats called for a national recount. There’s no way That Fucking Guy won legitimately. He hasn’t won at anything or been successful at anything without cheating his entire life.

There won’t be another legitimate election without this. It’s not going to be 4 more years, it’s going to be his entire life and one of his kids or cronies. Why? Because he’s become a king.

What really pisses me off is that I can’t trust people in this country anymore and I should’ve seen it coming. It was laid bare when that same 50+ percent of this country refused to get vaccinated despite it being free until they were forced to.

This event has shattered my perception of humanity that people are inherently selfish.

If I manage to live past the part where political opponents are put in work camps or killed, and I’m certainly one of these people because I voted for Kamala Harris and donated to multiple Democrats running this past election…

It will be satisfying to watch his idiotic voters suffer the consequences of this incoming fascist government.

Who you voted for this election was proof of your values.

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