How The Trump Years Turned Me Into A Social Justice Warrior

<p>After Trump stole the election from Madame President Hillary I went into a deep unyielding mourning. My husband and I sat in a darkened room held each other and sobbed uncontrollably. Later his trauma would lead him into the arms of a Peloton instructor named Kip but that's a story for another time.</p><p> </p><p>Brad and I never tired of complaining and icing out friends and family who did not agree with us about Donald Trump. We believed that by cutting off our friends; we were educating them on the importance of anti-fascism. </p><p> </p><p>Throughout this time I gained a serious amount of weight due to stress eating which I blamed on the entire Trump clan. I grew depressed. Of course who wouldn't? Who didn't?</p><p> </p><p>This book is a compilation of essays of how I turned my pain into something positive becoming a Woke Social Justice Warrior. I hope this book will show you that after the horrible Trump years it's possible to come out stronger wiser and even more liberal than before.</p>