For me, surreal currently. Live in a somewhat more rural area. But surrounded by racist hateful zombies.

Every time I hear somebody having a conversation in a foreign language, I get a wave of fear in my heart. For their safety. The violence hasn't reached my hometown yet, but I know it's coming.

My father and I were estranged by the rest of my brothers; but now I must turn my back on him for the safety of my own family. He's lost. A whole life eagerly internalizing the hateful rhetoric of the Republicans. I've done my best, let him be a part of my life for as long as I can. But he is a danger to my children.

I've seen through the charade to the festering evil underneath all my life. But have never found the means nor opportunity to act against it, as I definitely was not born into wealth. So I do my best to focus on the small things, to find the good where I can.

In short, it fucking sucks.