It was election year for 2016, and things were heated up in the country. For my first year of being able to vote, I grew more aware of politics than ever before. I rallied beside like-minded peers, joined events for caucusing, and even met Bernie Sanders in person, twice. I felt like a defender on the front lines for the democratic party. I stood for the ones who could not stand, speaking on behalf of the ones who voices were not heard and fighting for the rights I believed in, a millennial soldier. Facebook was the melting pot of social media for all of the peoples opinions, beliefs and concerns during the election. It was a social mosh pit, cycling untrustworthy information viciously.The burning desire to set people straight, fueled me for combat.
Early one morning, I found myself unable to get completely out of bed. Mindlessly scrolling through facebook, I came across an article about candidate Trump’s …show more content…
A period of time slowly went by of stagnant air. I had a taste of what pride felt like for a brief moment. My phone was in my pocket ,and I proceeded to get ready for my day. Then suddenly it began to blow up. “BZZZZT, BZZZT, BZZZZT.” Curious to know what others thought, I quickly looked at the notifications. Harold uninhibitedly, replied “Your , not You’re...” What a shame it is to read such a disregard. Harold’s diversion was subtle and the most frustratingly accurate feedback. Yikes, what a conundrum! It was most certainly not what I expected. I thought he’d respond with something like, “ Here is a short summary of make good ‘ole America great again !” Caught in his line of fire, I grumbled aloud. “ Good grief!” and I set my phone down hard on the counter, “ SMACK.” Contemplating just deleting the lamented comment I made, but could not. Wounded, the democratic warrior inside rose above the nonsense and came to an