Hi. I'm a Jew.

My grandmother is dead. She died of MS before I was born, so I never met her, but I know a fair amount about her life anyway.

She was born in Poland in 1935. She was Jewish, and both of her parents were Jewish. They fled the country in August of 1939, for obvious reasons, and came to the US. Kids her age laughed at her because she spoke very little English at first, but even in the age of racism and xenophobia that was the 1940s, she and her family were given refuge.

I am deeply ashamed of pretty much all of America's history, but I'm proud to be an American too, despite my shame, because the US essentially saved my grandmother's life. If it weren't for that fact, I wouldn't be alive, nor would my mother, nor my grandmother.

As a Jew, and as the grandchild of a Jewish refugee of the Holocaust, I'm angry. I'm not worried too much, or saddened, or even disgusted by Donald Trump and his supporters. I've been worried, saddened, and disgusted, but not anymore. Now, I'm angry.

I'm righteously fucking pissed that we've let a bloated hot air bag covered in cheeto dust that advocates ethnic cleansing and autocratic dictatorship get this far. That gauche embodiment of a whiny first-grader's ideal self isn't going to win, so I'm not scared. But I am furious that it's gotten this far.

And you should be fucking outraged too.

So vote. Do what I can't. I was born November 29, 1998, 21 days too young to vote this year, which is funny, because considering the coherence and maturity of Trump and his supporters, they must be about 21 days old.

Vote.