Hal Rogers is a bad congressman. Donald Trump is a worse president. Me voting makes them mad. That’s the short answer to the question posed in the headline. But the truth is a little more complicated than that. A little more hateful. At the time of writing this, I don’t know how the midterm elections will pan out, but I know it couldn’t hit me as hard as the last set of elections.
2016 was the first election I voted in and I look back on that day with an ill feeling in my stomach. I’ve always been a hardline progressive, but having grown up in a conservative county with a conservative father, I stay respectful of that line of thinking. No matter how much I disagree with Republicans on their big issues, their vote was just as important as mine. At least I felt that way until a certain orange buffoon started flapping his mouth about politics in 2015.
Donald Trump is vile. I say that with utmost sincerity. I didn’t give a damn about politics until he came on the scene. I knew where I stood, but I didn’t care. It made me angry that he did so well in the primaries. It made me angrier seeing him on the campaign trail.
He was a smug, racist bully. And on top of all that, more than anything else, he was stupid. So to see people I care about begin to bend over backwards to support him, was more than grating. Who in their right mind would vote for this silver spooned 70-year-old with a spray tan? Apparently, a little under 63 million people.
The last election night was not a good night for me. I don’t say that as some Hillary Clinton mega fan. She’s not the Cersei Lannister-esque monster right wing media makes her out to be, but she’s also not the heroic martyr some on my side of the aisle make her out to be.
I say that as someone who just really hates Donald Trump. And a few months later, when every sneaking suspicion I had about how his Presidency would be turned out correct, I felt a morbid sense of satisfaction.
Trump was simply a bumbling idiot, who hindered his party far more than he helped it. But everything else I worried about came to fruition. The GOP went hard after the Affordable Care Act, the legislation that lets me and my two young brothers (along with a massive amount of other people) have access to medical care. On that issue, they failed, even with a majority in both chambers of congress and the presidency.
Unlike healthcare, they succeeded on the front of tax reform. As there is one lesson to learn from politics in the last year, nothing unites GOP members quite like cutting taxes for rich people. According to Vox, of those $10 trillion in tax cuts, 20 percent or $2 trillion, go to the top 1 percent of the country alone. I personally find that disgusting on about 100 different levels.
Taxes wasn’t the only victory the GOP was dealt. They also got two people jammed into the Supreme Court. One of them was on a seat that was literally stolen. The replacement justice for the other seat is very likely to be a sexual predator and unstable partisan. Fun fact about Brett Kavanaugh, he once sided with Sea World in a trial after they got one of their whale trainers killed.
The GOP has essentially had three victories in the form of the tax breaks and two new Supreme Court seats. But who could forget the multitude of other heinous stunts they and Trump have pulled since the inauguration. There are those Neo-Nazi “fine people” from the march in Charlottesville in the summer of 2017. This past summer’s summit in Helsinki where our president essentially pledged allegiance to Russia’s own wannabe dictator. And let’s not overlook the separation and internment of immigrant children from their parents down at the border.
Since 2016, I’ve had one emotion fueling me on the subject of politics: pure, unadulterated anger. I’m tired of seeing Mitch McConnell’s turtle-like grin after his party gets a victory. I’m tired of an elected president whining on Twitter like a spoiled, pouting child. I’m tired of bomb threats being called the equivalent of someone being mean to the aforementioned turtle at a restaurant. I’m tired of the conspiracies and hatred being peddled by alt-right trolls. And I’m tired of being told that my party needs to be civil when the opposition are running amok like the junior fascists of America.
So I voted against Hal Rogers. And while I hope Kenneth Stepp wins, I know the odds of that happening are slim to none. So for now, I’ll take solace in simply pissing them off. I’m voting because I want Hal Rogers to be angry. I want Donald Trump to be angry. And more than anything else, I want the GOP and the cadre of far-right lunatics they court to shut up.