First things first on this sunny Tuesday, I would like to thank my second coffee buyer, a person I know supports my writing in many, many ways, and is also very familiar with my need for coffee. I truly appreciate you.
And now Tuesday, which has many of the same feelings as a Monday. Weird, right?
Sometimes it feels like we’re standing on a fault line, with a group of angry people heavily armed with weapons and grievances try to pull the land apart. There are not that many of them, but by their calculation, the volume they should take up has roughly the size and gravity of a moon.
I am so tired of them.
I’m tired of being told I need to be afraid of them. I’m tired of being told what they’re going to do, and what they’re going to do if they don’t get to do what they’re going to do.
I am tired of their constant vitriol and rhetoric, of a hatred that burns on a fuel of their knowing that without it, they are nothing special. I have news for them: with it, they are even less so.
I am tired of them picking innocent targets to project it all onto, to justify a thirst for violence that takes up the space where a thirst for knowledge should reside. I am tired of them spreading misery and danger like moldy crumbs everywhere they go.
I am tired of their leaders, conducting their entitlement like an orchestra, tearing people who have never done harm to anyone or anything into chum for fun and profit. And power.
I am so tired of all of them.
If ever in the history of this country a group of people needed to be marginalized, outcast, minimized, ignored, mocked and shunned, it is they. They already believe that’s how it is for them, so they’ll hardly notice the difference.
It’s never the popular answer with these things, but our power to make them recede into the woodwork so we can plaster over the holes and maybe contain them in the walls if they can’t let this all go (how Edgar Allen Poe of me), our power is our vote. Our vote.
Like sand at the beach when you look under a microscope, each one of us has our hidden curves and lines and sparkles and colors. Each one single grain.
But when you put us all together, we form a foundation that can stand the test of time.
We have to elect Democrats up and down the ballot in every single race we can. We need to flip the House, we need to expand our margin in the Senate.
We need governorships and state legislatures.
We need to reweave the fabric of this country, to heal the fault line. Not by some hollow “reconciliation,” which always puts the onus on us to make terrible behavior and beliefs somehow better or acceptable, but by banishing it all together.
Make the unacceptable unacceptable again.
And with that, I wish you the most lovely of Tuesdays.
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