I get it. I feel it too, I wanted to crawl back into bed the moment I got out of it, pull the covers over my head and wait for a new reality. Only that’s not how new realities are made.
And I said to myself, “I bet Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg never went back to bed.”
And she had a myriad of valid reasons.
We may be walking face-first into a hurricane of lies and hypocrisy and a kind of evil it’s basically impossible to wrap your brain around, but the only certain way they win is if we don’t try at all. If we believe them when they tell us it’s futile, then it most certainly is.
Any forward progress is forward progress, no matter how slight. Remember that, and have a great Wednesday.
I’m one to talk, right? But as we hit the last upward hike of our ascent toward the election, discouragement is all around us. Our votes won’t matter; we won’t vote; no one will turn out; it’s already over.
And to that I say a hearty plbbbbbtttt.
If we couldn’t win, they wouldn’t be trying to stop us from doing it. If our votes don’t matter, why are they so intent on preventing us from doing so?
In the famous words of someone famous you know I’m going to look up as soon as I’ve typed this sentence, it ain’t over ’til it’s over.
(It was Yogi Berra.)
We need to scramble, to claw, to fight our way out of this nightmare. If it were easy, we wouldn’t be here in the first place. We got her on the path of least resistance.
No more. In another set of words borrowed from Yogi Berra, when you come to a fork in the road, take it. Our fork is waiting.
Gray again today, and I’m searching the old memory banks–feeling older all the time–for one tiny, tiny grain of wisdom to impart upon you on this upteenth Wednesday in this living nightmare we call now. And really, all I have are cinnamon rolls.
Yeah, I had the same reaction. But once a week or so, I make pizza dough. I use half of it for pizza, or last time, calzones, which I froze, and it worked out well. With the other half, I make cinnamon rolls.
It’s a little bit of effort on a weekend morning, though not that much, as the dough is already made most of the time. Given I use pizza dough, it’s fast when it isn’t.
And then I freeze them, and in the mornings I have a treat that’s ready to go and heavenly with coffee.
You may not be a cinnamon roll person. You might be an egg burrito person or a waffles person and I swear this isn’t just about breakfast food or food, but both of those, I understand, freeze well.
Set aside a little time to make a treat you can dip into during the week, whether it’s a project you’re working on, something yummy or whatever makes you smile. It’s worth the effort.
I am a level of enraged today that is difficult to quantify. What trump and his regime have done to this country is unconscionable. “Deplorable” was a kind description.
In Kenosha, Wisconsin, just over the border from Illinois, police officers apparently coordinated with heavily armed white supremacists, who actually shot protesters. One has since died, others are injured.
This would not happen under anyone else. The government has a system of oversight that would have prevented it under normal circumstances; these groups also would have been tracked, as they are, as domestic terrorists.
But no, we are on the precipice of full nazi Germany. Not exaggeration, not hyperbole, it is exactly the same thing that happened before the full takeover, and Melania Trump wore a uniform just like Hitler’s last night to prove it.
This goes beyond politics, this is pure humanity. We are so far into the danger zone, it’s unclear if we can get out again. If you are in the US, vote in the most direct way possible to you. We need to keep the House. We need to win the Senate.
This may be a repeat of a topic, but there’s way too much stupidity at this excruciating juncture in time. Don’t add to it.
Think, don’t react. Be aware there are coordinated, careful campaigns to nudge you one way or another, but those directions are not your best interest. Don’t dismiss reality because it’s outlandish, that’s where we are now.
Sometimes the stupidity makes my teeth ache, it’s so intense and so widespread. People want so badly to cling to a version of something that is gone and is never coming back. We live in a post-donald trump world.
It’s interesting how people have taken on his stupidity, drenched themselves in it, how they’ve worn it like a cloak. As though they’ve finally gotten the permission they wanted to turn their brains off, for once and for all. It’s like every dystopian novel mashed into a horrible Frankenreality.
The only way now is forward, and we can’t get there if people keep wandering off on side journeys that make no sense. Be skeptical. Always ask yourself who something benefits and why they’re doing it.
And for goodness sake, take your brain out of neutral. We need critical thinking now more than ever.
So it seems our changed world isn’t going away any time soon. With no attempt from the federal government to control the spread or even minimize the death toll, we now live in an era with a ghoulish specter around every supermarket aisle.
When asked about the Americans dead, trump said “It is what it is.” No concern, no mourning, no thoughts for the dead who do not have to be. Just “it is what it is.”
We can rage against it, and we need our anger now more than ever, but even as we do, we have to adjust or we will exist in this state of reaching for something that is no longer there. Some people cannot handle it at all, you can see it in their ridiculous, depthless rage over masks.
Those are the creatures who perish after the asteroid. We are not the creatures who perish after the asteroid.
We take that asteroid and make asteroid-ade.
Just not literally because it would taste terrible. Let’s march toward November, or barely lift our feet toward November, because we’re tired, making the best of what there is now, and knowing our only hope of any normalcy comes with putting an end to this regime.
Meanwhile, accept now for what it is. It’s not great, it’s scary, and it could get worse. It’s also entirely the fault of Republicans. Do not forget that, and cut that rot out of our government forever.
Forget platitudes about “forgiveness” and other such nonsense. That is intended to make you pliable, to ease the difficulty of your own abuse.
We are in a dystopian nightmare, it gets worse daily and now people are being whisked off the street by a plainclothes gestapo. There is a pandemic that never should have been–it could have been ENTIRELY PREVENTED–that seems it will never end with people within government themselves happily spreading it.
Do not accept any of this quietly. Do not subdue your rage, do not become compliant to our own subjugation by a fascist regime. We can make it harder for them, and our rage is the way to push us through it, push us through the despair.
I don’t know what will happen, things are darker than you imagine, and we are further gone than you probably thought. But be angry about it, there is nothing wrong with righteous anger.