How do I put into words the most perverted rhetoric I heard in that facility? I really can't do it justice.
I heard grown men yodel about what a good leader Putin was. I heard those same men banter and defame Hillary. These were colleagues in health care. Not the ranting or raving of demented patients.
I overheard such crazy stuff as I tried to concentrate on my notes, my patients and the billing.
It was so off the charts that I could not wade into that morass of ugliness. The two young men I think were born here but their families are Russian. They were standing up for Putin when out of the blue one woman who was born in the Soviet Union started shouting them down. Then another. It was beyond belief in a way. Such different factions in a small room and it was about our U. S. elections which were coming up.Those born in the former Soviet Union were telling the boys who weren't that "you don't know what it was like. You don't know what you are talking about. Why don't you go there and live for a while and see." Oh it was bad.
Throughout this ugliness I did not tell anyone who I would vote for. Even though I was asked. My reply was "that is my business. It is a private matter." That still did not keep me safe from the roiling turmoil of emotions that were just all over the place. Keep in mind this is a place of work. I am there part time but during the electioneering I had a more extended period there.
I wish I hadn't. It gave me a window into blue collar thought about this country. I have always been a blue collar worker. Those shouting matches cracked open the background of grievances that I had heard in other parts of this country. I knew we were in trouble.
This is the country I was born in and I have not other to go back to. Nor do I owe allegiance to another country. Or would I use my vote to bring into power someone who I think would fulfill my single pointed agenda for another country if it proved unhealthy for the whole of this land. I wish that ethos was at work for those whose primary agenda is to will power to a foreign land. Even if they never lived in those other lands, but think or were otherwise propagandized to believe that they need to please those around them by getting on a bandwagon either in religious or other sanctified ways to feel they belong to something powerful.
Donald T. knew this angle and worked it. He opened the gates so that some oaf at work who prays every morning and wears a yamulka can look at my crotch and shout "dirty rotten stinking Hillary"
over and over until I turn look him in the eyes and ask him if he has any daughters.
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