(The earth on a pedestal I think on the moon, with two pillars with lights at the top behind. Not what I intended, but it works.)
It’s another gray one, we had some thunder last night, and maybe more this morning. You may or may not have noticed the site has undergone another makeover, this time on purpose.
I like this one.
There are still some things to work out with it, like how to make the short fiction on the site more easily accessible, but at least this time, I like the change and there are no immediate regrets.
Somehow the week has gone, and somehow so has a good portion of my irritation. A good portion, only, though, not all of it, as the world, as it stands, is an irritating place.
Being angry all the time, being filled with hatred for people you don’t even know, is exhausting. I’m not really talking about us; as much as we dislike the rightwingers of this country, we don’t carry the same constant burning hate they do.
And suddenly they have the option to just…stop. To go back to not having to get worked up over what other people they will never meet are doing, feeling like they are the self-appointed police of everything.
All of that is simply people who could not care less if they lived or died pulling their strings, usurping their energy for their own means.
And when I say those people couldn’t care less if they lived or died, I mean that literally. They are the same people who told them to take drugs that would not fight COVID rather than medically-established treatment. They are the same people who told them masks don’t work, who told them not to get vaccinated.
They are the same people who have tried countless times to overturn the ACA and take away their healthcare.
And yet there they are, burning for them, smoldering coal and they’re choking on the smoke.
Imagine if someone offered you an off ramp for all of that. A way to just be cordial with your neighbors even if they have a Pride flag, a way to not make every encounter with people who do not adhere to your increasingly complex and nonsensical code a nonevent rather than a battle.
No one really wants to live in dystopia. Besides the people who will profit from it.
It’s so easy right now to pick up one thing, any one thing, and make it your bright line, your too far.
Even easier to to say, “you know what? I was wrong about this,” and join the rest of us in correct the path away from the sinking, flooded, muddy mess of a diversion republicans and trump have tried to dig.
It’s OK to simply say “I don’t even like these people.” It’s OK to stop following the leader.
It’s OK to think for yourself.
We are very far gone as a country but we are not too far gone. And everyone, every single American, can choose this moment, seize this opportunity, to right the ship.
Have a great Friday and a wonderful weekend.
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