State of The Union

He (Trump) was fucking us all, and a lot of us seemed to understand it, but what was puzzling were the ones who seemed to like being fucked by this man. I do mean being fucked and with no lubrication or even foreplay.

State of the Union

I watched as a shit show unraveled, and I couldn’t help thinking what other people in other countries were saying. Did they think we were mad, all inflicted with some weird inability to see through bullshit, dogma, and rhetoric?

I sat in my apartment overlooking Hollywood, braced to see what would unfold by our president on March 24th, 2026. I took an edible and online shopped beforehand. I needed the distraction before the chaos. I had last minute decided to watch because the guy I was seeing was heavy into politics due to it being his business and had briefly mentioned jumping off the phone with me to watch it. I was in disbelief throughout it all. I had never followed politics or given it much space in my creative life, but dating someone who was consumed by it seemed to bleed over into my world. Also, the more I stayed in comedy, I couldn’t help but be bombarded by it and occasionally be expected to talk about it on stage. Coincidentally, last “State of the Union” I had watched was years ago, again because I was with someone who was a political aficionado, and I joined in for the ride. This time I regretted it as I sat there and subjecting myself to such a spectacle.

As I got higher, the intensity of what was happening in front of me seemed to get more outrageous. Claims were being said that were untrue, a leader yelling “stand” every few minutes or so at the opposite party and urging the country to believe things that seemed fabricated from a non-fiction book called If I Had My Way, I Would Fuck You All by Donald Trump. He was fucking us all, and a lot of us seemed to understand it, but what was puzzling were the ones who seemed to like being fucked by this man. I do mean being fucked and with no lubrication or even foreplay. He could have at least had foreplay, but no — his confidence seemed to provide sufficient enough lubricant that made those who loved him buckle at the knees whenever he spoke.

It was weird because I did find him entertaining, but that was the end of my interest. I didn’t see humility, kindness, respect, or even a love for the people of this country. I saw a love for self and wealth. Something most, I guess, have in common with him. There were a number of people who believed the things he said were true and valid. It’s as if asking questions or finding out any truths were beyond them. It worried me, for if I was as vapid of a human, I guess I too would put my trust in someone whose only good qualities were being entertaining and a spectacle to behold.

I cried once when an argument broke out about immigrants and Trump threw slander at several of the congressional leaders. The yelling back and forth was an indication to me that he wasn’t interested in hearing out or even acknowledging the pain he was inflicting on all who were present. To say the least, it was horrifying to watch a leader conduct himself with such inhumanity. One can say I’m too sensitive and delicate to immerse myself in such things. I would agree. Often I am told I’m too sensitive for comedy, politics, and life in general. All in all, I am a human who feels too much. Again, I will quote my former therapist, begrudgingly: I have “big emotions” that spill out of me. They bleed out of me like helium out of a balloon that’s been punctured by a pin. Slow at first, but then as it starts to get smaller it deflates and has to be thrown out. That deflating has happened to me often now, and that night affected me greatly. I ended my day early and would have to start anew the next day.

I would say now I am flattened almost daily by the news and the world’s inability to get it together when time — though just a construct — is not on humanity’s side. I wasn’t sure if we would get there, but was optimistic on most days. I did tell “The Creator” if this experiment was about growth, He failed. And for some reason I expect this might be the goal — to fail and see what comes of the failure. “The Creator” is smart, almost too smart, and I cannot seem to keep up with its desires or goals. Even when I think I have, it changes and I must find new information to catch up.

I posted my feelings on Instagram, and a follower of mine from my comedy videos had the nerve to DM me an ignorant comment. He said, “America is back baby better than ever.” I was not upset but saddened by how easily this person fell for dogma and lies. I was not so easily swayed, nor was I ignorant to what was really happening. To look upon these things in triumph for our country means you have given up on doing the hard work of recognizing this institution as one built on the backs of many immigrants and people of color. It means you have lacked the capacity to go outside one’s box and actually seek out truth and what is right.

“This would not do.” I heard in my head. Maybe my own thought or from “The Creator.”

I implore many to understand the change happening not only in this country but around the world. We are ushering in a new world order. Darkness will come into light over the next couple of years and then be extinguished. The universe is a troubling soul that shall always have the last say. And fortunately for humanity, good always triumphs over bad, so that say will sway toward what is right.

And I do feel sorry for those who choose hate. It will not do.

I was told this too, and it seemed final. You too can ask of the universe — it will give you the same answers. I will continue with my support for all human beings and a push toward the evolution of love. I am hopeful.

I think I have to be.