March 22, 2017
It’s been awhile since I’ve written a post. I feel I’ve been in survival mode, politically speaking—dodging bullets raining down left and right. Each morning brings a fresh barrage of nerve-wracking, dangerous revelations out of the White House. Russian ties, blatant racism, nepotism, and misogyny. An endless stream of infantile “Presidential” tweets directing hostility and rancor at the media and begging desperately for respect, credibility, and adoration that he has no idea how to garner from the public. Legislation designed to gut education, health care, and programs that care for our most vulnerable populations. An endless parade of appointees who not only DON’T “drain the swamp”, but instead own the swamp and have every intention of erecting a gilt palace and unpacking the finery and the good silver for a good long stay.
It’s tempting to keep dodging the bullets, ducking for cover. It would be easier to turn a blind eye to the news. It’s hard to know even where to jump in the fray or which battle cry to raise. The fray, however, rages on; the easier way doesn’t win victories. We must battle on.