Everybody Has Their Limits

Everybody has their limits and the people who have continued to whine about their candidate losing the election have reached the limits of my patience. This week one dear friend on Facebook posted the same accusations the Democrats have posted about Trump for WEEKS. I tried to explain the fallacy of the statements and for that, I got another “friend” of my friend posting, “You know how to use the delete button, don’t you?” to my dear friend, who had posted the post about Trump in the first place. His other friend wasn’t suggesting Dorsey delete his post about Trump, but rather that Dorsey delete my posts explaining why those statements were not true.

I took time to listen to every candidate who ran. I weighed the pros and cons of all four of them, and also of Bernie Sanders, whom I would have voted for, had he not given in to Clinton . . . but of the four I could vote for, Donald Trump was the better person in my opinion.

I took the time when candidates were bashed by others to research the accusations. Many were found to be untrue about Donald Trump. Most of what I heard about Clinton turned out to have supportive evidence.

I used my judgment. I voted Trump and I’m proud of voting for someone I think and hope will turn this country around. We have lost so many freedoms in the last several years that I no longer recognize where I am living. One of the biggest problems I’ve seen has been the censorship by those who complain about censorship. I’ve also noticed the ones who cry out about intolerance are the most intolerant of all.

I was trying to have a discussion with my friend. I was even trying to soothe his feelings because I think he genuinely believes what he posts. I wish he’d do more research and find out that everything the same group of people (they remind me of a cult) keep saying to each other is not all true. He responded to his other friend and deleted my comments.

I give up. I have reached the limits of my patience with those who refuse to do anything to better how they feel. Obviously they want to wallow in grief for four years and whine about everything they didn’t get. I have tolerated over two months of this nonsense. If we, as a country, want to move forward, we cannot continue to have strife between ourselves.

There is no persuading them. I cannot continue to listen to them. They support their notions with no facts. They just want me to jump on their bandwagon and pat them on the back and say they’re right. Well, that’s not happening.

What has happened is the daily grinding away of energy and joy and hopefulness I’ve felt since I heard Donald Trump win the election. Is he perfect? No. Neither am I. Is his heart in the right place? Does he truly want to make things better? I believe he does. I believe he deserves to have the support of all the American people to help him make this country better. Too many people are suffering and it needs to stop. Jobs need to return. The economy needs to improve. We have no more time for the wailing and the lamenting of a failed candidacy. We knew there would only be one winner.

I personally don’t like Hillary Clinton. If I passed her on the street, I wouldn’t go out of my way to speak to her. I would return her greeting, if she spoke first, but since she regards me as deplorable, I doubt she’d waste her breath.

I felt sorry for the losers and thought the venting they were doing might be the beginning of their healing process. Obviously I thought wrong. They don’t want to heal. They want to continue to hurt and peel at the scab of hurt they carry and never once face the sun and think maybe, just maybe things will improve.

So I’ve unfriended every friend I had on facebook who continued to Trump bash. I didn’t want to do it, but I had reached my limit of patience and it is done. One has already sent me a friend request, but I cannot risk the amount of energy that was sapped daily as I read through posts that complained about Trump and refused to face reality.

Donald Trump is the President Elect. I’m proud of that fact. If someone is not part of the solution, they are part of the problem. I cannot continue to tolerate the level of disrespect and whining that I’ve listened to for over two months.

I will miss my facebook friends, but since most of their posts were Trump bashing or congratulating each other for holding onto their pain, I will not miss their posts.

Life is too short to keep looking backwards and wondering “what if”. What is, is what is. Deal with it like an adult. That’s all we’ve asked. The world has not ended and you’re still alive to do whatever you choose to do and hopefully in a freer context. Look forward and try to help. That’s what everyone should be doing.

I feel like I’ve been shadowed by a whining toddler for over two months. Enough is enough! I’ve reached my limit.

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OK. I’M ALREADY GETTING REPLIES TO THIS POST ABOUT HILLARY CLINTON AND HOW AWFUL THE REPLIER THINKS TRUMP IS. IF YOU THINK MY BLOG IS A PLACE TO SPOUT YOUR ANTI-TRUMP OPINION, WHEN MY BLOG CLEARLY STATES I HAVE UNFRIENDED PEOPLE ON FACEBOOK FOR THE SAME BEHAVIOR . . . YOU’RE WRONG. DON’T WASTE YOUR TIME REPLYING TO MY BLOG ABOUT THIS IF ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS WHINE AND ACT LIKE ANY TRUMP SUPPORTER IS MENTALLY DEFICIENT. I’M A MEMBER OF MENSA. I’M NOT STUPID, AND YOU WOULD THINK ANYONE WHO WASN’T, WOULD KNOW I’D NEVER APPROVE A REPLY TO THIS POST THAT BASHES TRUMP. I BELIEVE SOME PEOPLE HAVE CEMENT HEADS AND CANNOT LET GO. WELL, I CAN LET GO OF ANY REPLIES THAT BASH OUR PRESIDENT ELECT. IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT TO DO, DO IT IN YOUR OWN BLOG. YOU WON’T DO IT HERE.

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