Trump supporters on social media have adopted the term snowflakes for non-Trump supporting liberals. I imagine the dubious reasoning is because snowflakes are frail, delicate and melting tears of sorrow. Well, I personally love snowflakes, they’re beautiful. Did you know that no two are alike? Each one is an individual. But, when millions of them come together they can cause an avalanche. So, in my book, being called a snowflake is quite motivating – individuals who are stronger together. I’ll take it.
As for the record breaking women’s marches across the world, well that’s an avalanche. An avalanche that joined together millions of snowflakes in solidarity. Solidarity in a common cause – this cause was not to de-legitimize Trump, he’s president. Do I like it? hell no. Do I accept it? Only at face value. I marched because to me, words matter. Trump’s words promised more divisiveness. In his own words, on New Year’s Day he Tweeted –
This brought obvious glee to his ‘fanbase’. Trump loves his fans as any reality TV star does. Reality stars thrive and exist on “likes”. It’s an odd world when a reality star rules the nation (and world) though.
Anyone who didn’t vote for him or click “like” on his Taco Bowl selfie is an enemy. If he sees us that way, and his words expressed as much, then we must see him as the same.
Words matter, Mr. Trump.
As president of this already great country your words matter. They matter all around the world – to friend and foe. They matter to every company you casually bash or praise on Twitter. They matter to every white supremacist you mindlessly re-tweet. Words can incite violence in an already damaged mind. Words can start wars, wars that send our nation’s bravest men and women into the face of unimaginable danger. Danger you have never experienced – first hand, or by sending one of your children to an uncertain tomorrow. Perhaps your sons could’ve taken their quest for adventure and hunting majestic big game “trophy animals” onto the battlefield and used their skills to fight for our country. Then maybe you’d choose your words with the surgical precision of knowing they matter to your child’s very life.
Words matter, and at this juncture in our lives your words – these words you carelessly toss around as applause lines or Tweet out without forethought in the early morning hours – they matter more than anyone else’s on the planet. The PLANET, Mr. Trump. I know you love hyperbole, but this is not hyperbole. You are now president of the deeply divided, now ironically named, United States. The campaign is over and your ratings, crowd sizes and hurt feelings over “Saturday Night Live” sketches are ridiculous and completely irrelevant.
You will NEVER be loved or trusted by everyone. There will be those that hate you no matter what you do. There will be people praying for your success and failure. Power doesn’t equal love, respect or loyalty. You must accept that. You must accept that the millions of people who marched yesterday are watching and more importantly LISTENING to your words and as of now we don’t like them. You built us with your words and even though you own the bully pulpit right now, just know, something is building… you love to talk about your “movement” well, Mr. President, yesterday we began building ours.