This is the part of the film where everything is at stake for the main characters. The world is ending.

Alien’s are on the way, the hero’s are down and out, and they’re genuinely sure they’re not going to survive.

The entire theater is taking a collective breath as they watch their favorite characters turn to dust.

55 days until we know if we are going to have to suffer through another four years of Donald Trump’s America.

Fifty five days are that collective breath we take when we watch Thanos as he snaps his fingers and destroys the universe. Fifty six days is the days, months, weeks, year that we waited until we got to the end.

Fifty five days is the realization that this is not the movies. And that’s the scary part. In the film everything turned out mostly okay, sure a few hero’s fell, a few didn’t make it to the end of the last sequence, but the collective did.

The world survived that, and I am certain that we could survive another four years of Donald Trump, but we shouldn’t have to.

The universe already went through this one, millions upon millions upon millions were murdered by Hitler’s squad of Nazi soldiers. Do we really need to let that happen again? In America? Land of the Free?

There is a race war happening over there right now, and if you’re anything like me, the daily barrage of terrible news is sucking the life out of you. It’s certainly sucking the energy and the creative flow out of me.

I am afraid to hope that Joe Biden will be better than Trump. I am pissed off at the narrative that “anyone” is better than Trump, because I hate that this is how bad it’s gotten.

I remember being about seven, or maybe eight years old, hoping that I didn’t live long enough to see the world end. I wanted to see a world where my daughters daughters will grow up safe and happy, healthy and strong.

I don’t see that being a reality today, because now I realize that “Grab em By the Pussy” was better than a woman for America. Now I know that America’s heart and soul has been twisted by darkness and hatred.

I am watching it on the news every single day. One hundred and some odd days of protests across the country, all for the same reason. Black Lives.

In response Donald Trump has shut down any formal anti-racism training in the White House because it’s “divisive”. Are you fucking kidding me?

I am tired. Like so many of you looking at America from the outside, I am fucking exhausted. I can’t begin to imagine how the protesters feel right now. I feel like they are hero’s, doing the thing so many of us cannot do right now.

I am sick to my stomach with fear – not just for myself, but for my friends and family in America. To those who are going to the protests, and even those who are staying away, but have no choice but to hide from police in fear.

Four and a half years ago, the world watched in absolute horror as Donald Trump took the highest office in the land. He cannot be allowed to have a second term.

When you stand in that voting booth in November, remember, you aren’t voting for yourself, you are voting for literally, the future of America and the free world.

Fifty-five days.

It can’t get here soon enough,

Sending all my love,

Devon J Hall

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