Morning Coffee and the Daily National Nightmare

Every morning I wake up, make my coffee, open the news, and immediately wonder if I accidentally slept through the apocalypse and nobody bothered to text me.

What the hell is happening?!

I swear turning on the news lately feels less like “staying informed” and more like accidentally tuning into a reality show called “America’s Next Top Constitutional Crisis.” Somehow every episode is worse than the last.

I don’t even need caffeine. The headlines alone are enough to send my blood pressure straight into the stratosphere.

A whole lot of Americans actively voted for this SHITSHOW.

Like… on purpose.

With a pen.

Or a touchscreen.

Or whatever electronic wizardry we use now to collectively set our country on fire.

I wake up every day thinking: Surely today will be the day the news calms down.

Nope.

It’s just another installment of “What Fresh Hell Is This?”

Before someone inevitably slides into my messages with “can we just respect everyone’s political views?” … let me stop you right there.

Sweetheart… no.

Here’s why…

I grew up gay.

I spent my entire life watching people discriminate against me for something I was born as. Something I didn’t choose. Something I couldn’t change even if I wanted to.

So forgive me if I don’t feel particularly delicate about people getting their feelings hurt over being judged for something they actively chose.

You chose a candidate.

You chose a party.

You chose a platform.

That’s not the same thing.

I have absolutely zero qualms about unfriending people over it.

None.

Not a single ounce of guilt.

If your political decisions actively harm people I care about… or entire groups of people in general… then congratulations! You’ve earned the prestigious honor of being removed from my digital living room.

Think of it like housekeeping.

I’m simply decluttering.

The hypocrisy coming from certain corners of the political universe is so thick you could frost a cake with it!

The same people screaming about “freedom” are perfectly fine limiting it for everyone else.

The same people shouting about “family values” seem oddly comfortable with cruelty.

The same people demanding “respect” seem incapable of giving any.

It’s exhausting.

It’s infuriating.

Some days it genuinely feels like watching a slow-motion train wreck that lasts four entire years.

Which means we still have roughly three more seasons of this nonsense.

Three.

Years.

FAKE God help us all.

So I’ve come to a realization for the sake of my own sanity… I cannot spend the next three years screaming into the void every morning before breakfast.

My blood pressure… my husband… and my dogs… cannot handle that level of manic mood swinging.

So instead, I’m going to focus on things I actually enjoy.

Writing.

My blog.

My dogs.

My Switch.

Astros Baseball.

The Gulf of MEXICO.

If the world insists on being a circus, I might as well keep writing about the clowns!

The Bonus Jonas is this…

Elections still exist.

Voting still exists.

The most powerful thing any of us can do isn’t yelling at strangers on the internet (tempting though it may be).

It’s showing up.

Registering.

Voting.

Dragging your friends to vote.

And maybe… just maybe… helping steer this flaming clown car back toward something resembling sanity.

Until then, I’ll be over here limiting my news intake, aggressively curating my social media, and focusing on things that bring a little bit of joy into an otherwise very loud, very unstable world.

If we don’t laugh about it, we WILL actually scream.

And trust me…

Nobody wants that before coffee.

Xoxo, AB 💅💄💋