My Thoughts on a Man Who Shouldn’t Be President

My Thoughts on a Man Who Shouldn’t Be President

by someone who's tired of surviving leaders like him

This isn’t just politics for me.
It’s personal.

I’m a woman, a mother, someone who’s lived through loss, illness, struggle—and still wakes up every day trying to hold this country together for the people I love.
And I know in my bones:
He should not be president.
Not again. Not ever.

Because when he was president, it wasn’t strength we saw—it was cruelty.

He let a pandemic rage while mocking the sick.
He threw science out the window and turned public health into a battlefield.
People I knew suffered. Some never recovered.
And he just shrugged.

He rolled back protections for LGBTQ+ youth, while pretending he was defending families.
He banned trans kids from sports.
He told people like my son and my friends that their existence was political, not human.

He stacked courts with judges ready to gut reproductive rights—and they did.
Roe v. Wade is gone.
And now girls have fewer rights than I did at their age.
He called it a “win.”
I call it a warning.

He let white supremacists march by torchlight.
Called them “very fine people.”
While Black mothers buried their sons,
and immigrant children slept on cold floors in cages.

He didn't try to heal us.
He lit the match.

And even now, he still claims the election was stolen—because his ego can’t bear the truth.
He doesn’t care about democracy.
He cares about control.

This is the man who’s been indicted, who encouraged an attack on our Capitol,
who promises revenge, not reform.

And somehow—people still cheer.

But I don’t.
I won’t.
Because I’ve seen what happens when people like him are in power.
And I’ve seen what happens to people like me—like us—when the noise dies down and the damage is done.

We don’t need another term of fear.
Of watching rights be peeled away like bandages.
Of wondering who will be targeted next.

We need a leader who sees the whole country, not just the crowd in front of him.
Someone who tells the truth even when it’s hard.
Someone who knows that dignity matters more than dominance.

He had his time.
And he showed us exactly who he is.

Now it’s our turn to show him who we are.


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