Let’s be clear: there is no perfection. There’s no nirvana, there’s no getting our way completely and without compromise.
Such are the ways of the world.
The thing we need now, the thing we need most of all, is to end this gloomy, dystopian chapter before it takes hold, before its roots spread deep and wide, before it is no longer a chapter but the entire story.
You can tell yourself that your protest against forward motion is meaningful, and that the meaning isn’t fertilizing the tunneling roots, isn’t giving them water, isn’t giving the monster the very air it needs to survive. You can tell yourself that.
But it would be a lie.
It is forward, or stay here. It is forward or feed the beast. It is forward or you are the thing that gives the beast life.
Now isn’t a time for children. Now isn’t a time for stomping feet and wagging, whiny fingers. Now isn’t a time to demand a single glass shard of unbroken perfection, while around us the ruins of our democracy lie smoldering.
Now is the time to gather with intention, to stand together and proclaim, in one voice, “This ends now.”
Fight the good fight and have a great Wednesday.