An Open Letter To Sarah Huckabee Sanders: Discarded

Dear Sarah,

I heard you're having some trouble getting disaster relief funds (FEMA) after the devastating weather that swept across Arkansas the last couple of months. Wow. Who could have seen that coming? A lot of us, Sarah. Let me tell you a little about how narcissists operate and what you're experiencing, beyond the simplified "FAFO".

See, narcissists don't give a shiiiizzle about you, your state, or anyone but themselves. Remember all those times you marched yourself out in front of that podium as his press secretary and told lie after lie to the American people on behalf of Donald Trump? I'm betting you thought you were racking up some credits that you could cash in at some point, huh? Joke's on you, because that's not how it works. Narcissists don't play a game of equality or fairness--it's all about what's in it for them and how much they can take advantage of and use you to their ends. All that boot-licking and giant orange ass-kissing you did? For nothing.

You aligned yourself with a raging, incompetent narcissist and got yourself exactly what you deserved. You towed the line, spewed the lies, bowed to the orange dictator and got yourself elected in a state that ranks 47th in education. What could go wrong?

How about 11 tornadoes, widespread property destruction, 3 deaths, and 200 families in need of housing assistance? No problem, right? You'll just call your buddy--the one you've sacrificed every ounce of dignity for--because surely he'll do the right thing for you when your time comes around. Heck, you're still licking those boots and lapping up the orange kool-aid, even as you cling to the periphery of the good-ol-boys club.

He said no. And you were shocked and went back, "But wait--remember all those things I did for you? We need your help--we can't do it without your help. Please oh Great Orange One" Guess what, Sarah? He doesn't care. You're irrelevant now, just like the rest of us.

You just got discarded on the national stage. It would be funny (okay, it IS funny because you deserve to have to squirm a bit while you figure out how to spin this one to your constituents who won't get the help they need). It's a pattern, Sarah, and you were so willing to jump on that bandwagon, thinking you'd be safe. You rode that horse hard, and got put up wet. You stand there still dripping, begging for them to at least throw you a towel, while they drive past and don't even acknowledge you standing there.

It's pretty classic, Sarah. It's what narcissists do. It doesn't matter if you were married to them, had kids with them, are their children, their parent, or one of a slew of press secretaries. The discard was always coming. And here we are.

So now what, Sarah? How are you going to help the people of your state who are depending on you? I guess you'll have to figure that out--or not.

You're never special to a narcissist. You're a tool. And if you think you're going to be rewarded for loyalty, you're also a fool. You were fooled, Sarah, and you've made a fool of the people who voted for you. Unfortunately, the lesson is not just yours to learn, and even those of us who didn't vote for you will be forced to reap the consequences of your ignorance.

It can be hard to admit you've been fooled--that you sold your soul for nothing. But actions have consequences, and here we are. Unfortunately, the consequences for many Arkansans will be devastating and life-altering. They may never come back from the devastation of losing everything they had in this world.

So now what, Sarah? You wanted that cake so bad. You told everyone how good it was, only to find out that under all the frosting, it's filled with shit.

Guess what? You still gotta' eat it.

I think I'll enjoy watching you choke on it.

Sincerely,

A Disgusted (but not surprised) Arkansan