How Are We Supposed to Survive the Next Four Years of This Orange Haired Cheeto Weasel?

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Let’s talk about the giant orange-haired elephant in the room. You know who I mean. The self-proclaimed genius who consistently makes bad choices, poor choices, dumb choices, and, most dangerously, destructive choices.

If you’re brown, not Christian, or not rich, it’s crystal clear: he doesn’t want you here.

The United States under he who shall not be named feels more like a dystopian sequel than a functioning democracy.

Case in point: Have you seen Don’t Look Up? My husband and I watched it last night, and we couldn’t stop shaking our heads. If a planet-killing comet were hurtling toward Earth right now, you better believe this administration would turn it into a PR opportunity. Instead of, you know, doing something productive, they’d probably just rename it “Freedom Comet” and sell it as an opportunity for tax cuts.

But Seriously, How Are We Supposed to Cope?

It’s not just about bad policies anymore; it’s about the constant weight of it all. Therapy? Check. Meds? Check. Drinking through dry January by January 3rd? Double check. This isn’t just politics—it’s personal.

I wake up thinking about it. I go to bed thinking about it. And in between, I’m trying not to let the stress shave years off my life. Anyone else?

And the noise! The absolute tsunami of misinformation out there isn’t helping. The armchair political experts who think a three-minute TikTok is the same as a civics degree? Exhausting. Everyone with an X account seems to have turned into a constitutional scholar overnight, spreading nonsense like the mythical “third term.”

Spoiler alert: it’s not happening.

Here’s why: For a constitutional amendment to be ratified, it has to make it through Congress and be approved by at least three-quarters of all states. Do you honestly think that’s happening when Democratic-majority states wouldn’t touch it with a ten-foot pole? No way. Not now, not ever. But somehow, people still manage to work themselves into a frenzy over it.

Let’s Get Real

Yes, this guy is dangerous. Yes, his policies and rhetoric are divisive and harmful. But let’s not do ourselves any favors by spreading half-baked conspiracies. It just adds fuel to the chaos. Instead, focus on the facts.

Research. Read. Look beyond the clickbait headlines.

And most importantly, take care of yourself. This stress isn’t sustainable, and we need to be in this for the long haul.

Therapy, wine, screaming into the void—whatever works for you. We’ve got four more years of this madness, and we’ll only survive it if we stay sane, stay informed, and stay connected to reality.

So here’s to us—the ones who haven’t given up yet.

Hang in there, and remember: it’s okay to take a break from doomscrolling now and then. The comet (or Constitution) isn’t going anywhere.

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Born and raised in the Pacific Northwest—back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth (or so it feels some mornings)—I’m what you’d call “seasoned.” After a lifetime of wandering around this big, quirky United States, collecting stories, bad habits, and questionable furniture, I’ve found myself right back where I started. Guess home really does call you back, like a determined telemarketer.

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