Thursday, July 19, 2018 1:32 PM
My darling, my sweetest one!
Water-cool joy flows through
My body, turned to aether,
Quintessence of love
And like a drug, it soothes me.
My ever-loved, my only star!
Fire consumes my chest,
Which bellows with yearning,
Throat parched with a longing
Only your kiss can slake.
Don’t tell me both sides hate.
What I feel is outrage—righteous wrath against enemies of the United States of America (even if they live next door).
I bridle at the hate, the destruction, the loss of hard-won yardage towards a more perfect union—I can’t deal with ignorance so sweeping as to equal treason, against a nation dedicated to enlightened humanity.
What you’re feeling is hate—what I’m feeling is outrage.
There’s a difference.
Friday, July 20, 2018 3:58 PM
I can’t imagine what Trump supporters must be going through—now that there is clear proof and common knowledge of the con they’ve fallen for. Lied to by dishonest Republican leaders, stirred up by an army of Russian spies, tricked into voting for a sorry excuse of a man—a man who made them laugh when he said, “You’re fired!” on TV—these people will eventually be furious. I just hope they’ve learned enough to redirect their anger in the proper direction.
People didn’t see the harm in reality TV. It was cheaper than hiring writers and actors—it was silly and raw—what could be the harm, right? The harm is that their ‘reality’ was and is heavily edited, to tell whatever story the producers decided to show. Producers knew that bad behavior attracts more attention—thus, bad behavior was promoted as ‘reality’ and still is.
Young people who watch TV are taught that idiocy and selfishness are the standard of behavior—so of course they see nothing wrong with a selfish idiot running for president. Especially one of their favorite stars. If they’d grown up watching The West Wing instead of Big Brother, this never could’ve happened.
But imagine the naked shame—of all that full-throated support of a crook who conned them—of all the lies they swallowed like scripture—of thinking they knew better than the pencil-necked geeks. I’d hate to be a Trump-supporter right now. Or that lone woman who sat behind Trump at rallies with the ‘Women for Trump” sign—or that lone man with the “Blacks for Trump” sign (so sad that neither could find enough people to justify the plurals).
Be gentle with them all, bless their hearts.
This nightmare will end.