I’m not a very happy person. I feel the weight of various things personal and political. Especially political, for the past 8 years or so. It’s been difficult for me to lighten up, to find a silver lining, to escape the malaise Donald Trump has foisted on the country.
Every day, the decay is there for us to see. Every day, the reminders of how far we’ve sunk are either heralded or excoriated in the news: the blatant incompetence and lying, the betrayal, the anger and hatred and paranoia that drive policy, the automaton-like coldness and calculation, the relentless and intentional attempts at distraction, at dismantling dissent and turning America into a nation of simpletons and worker bees in service to an old, fragile puppet king.
How can we let this happen?
Is it that we must finally finish what was started back in 1861, and on which was put a band aid in 1865? The ugliness has been simmering and occasionally boiling over ever since. It seems we as a nation must make a decision: whose vision wins out?
Most of us know it can’t be Trump’s, or the Heritage Foundation’s. They’re all false prophets, our worst angels, and they offer us nothing.
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