As the torches die down and I sit here on this fine Sunday morning, something occurred to me.

I'm not mad at them.

I'm not even mad at that moldy orange in the White House right now.

I've always known that there are people out there whose feathers are so ruffled at the mere thought of having to treat me like a person that they'd march into a Walmart to buy some mosquito repellent sticks while dressed to the nines in Trump golf gear. I've always known that those same people indulge in our food, bob their heads to our music, laugh at our jokes, cheer for our 40-yard passes, drool at our full figure women, sneak our men into their bedrooms. I've always known that.

But I am FURIOUS at everyone else.

Everyone else who gave a laundry list of reasons why they were voting for him. How it was for the best. How they're walking around appalled at his actions and the actions of his second cousins twice removed as if he ever gave any indication that he was going to be here for us. How they clung to that Advertisement 101 slogan. How they pointed out the one interview one time where he said he gave a shit, as if he hadn't spent every tweet, every debate, talking about walls.

They call him a liar, but really, what did he lie about in regards to human decency?

People often say that they told them so. That they exhausted their voices to the point of need a Halls cough drop in their attempt to warn their "well meaning" friends and family, but you know what? That's not the only person who told them so.

HE told them so.

His SUPPORTERS told them so.

If there's one thing I can say about our president it's that he is holding true to what he portrayed himself as during his campaign: a hateful human being who will remain silent when our lives are on the line because people are following HIS dreams. A hateful human being who won't call out extreme white men in polo shirts as they march with their dollar store torches.

And yes, he is a human being, you don't get to insult extra terrestrials. This is one of yours and you put him in a position of power. And you are now being held accountable. You don't get to backpedal and say what you thought would happen because HE told you so. This is the EXACT picture he painted for you and you chose to frame it on your wall until you realized that the picture would destroy ALL of us -- including you.

So years down the line, when 2017 is something they talk about in history class, and little Timmy or Anna run home to ask, "Is that REALLY who ran the country?" Your descendants will shake their heads with an exhausted sigh and say, "Yes, it is." And you know what? When little Timmy or Anna ask how it got to this point, your descendants will point to a dusty family photo with your face and say, "Because your great so and so put him there."

And Timmy or Anna will gasp, wide-eyed and confused. "How?" They'll ask. "Why?" They'll ask. Because like it or not, it's not Trump's fault that he's in office, it's yours. You did this to us and there's no going back. We'll fix it, of course. We always do. But as we fix your mess we are going to call you out. We are going to hold you accountable. We are going to point to you and remind you. Even as you stand by us and help us and own up to your grave error, we are going to remind you, and you get to stand there and take it. It's going to make you feel awful. It's going to make you want to tell us to stop. But we're not going to, because you had plenty of chances to prevent this from happening. white evening dresses

We told you so.

He told you so.

They told you so.

And now, we're going to keep telling you. Worst of all? He's going to keep telling you, and so are they.

Happy Sunday.