It's been a rough couple of days. I'm pretty sure you feel me.
Yet, here I am again, still telling people who don't really want to hear it what I think, still being a commie nerd. Not in jail. Not dead. Not barefoot and pregnant. Still poor, though.
After many tortuous and embarrassingly emotional conversations with all the wrong people, I have extracted and distilled some things that make me feel better, and I'm gonna tell you them, even if you think they're stupid and you don't care and you're as sick of the whole steaming pile of crap as I am. I'm a writer, so ha, ha!
One. The slow government thing that I talked about before. The Revolution that we are all waiting for is happening right now. It's happening very very slowly, because the United States designed our government to work that way so that people wouldn't freak out and do stupid shit. The humans that made the thing up understood that humans don't deal well with radical change. Too many eons on the tundra, avoiding the radical change of getting eaten. So we have this ponderous and laughably bloated government that can actually get very little done. That is wisdom, and a saving grace when a demagogue comes to power. Those guys had seen this shit before, and they figured out a way to slow down the carnage from it. The result is that the most extreme ideas get beaten out of everything on its way to becoming the law of the land. That doesn't mean stupid shit doesn't end up becoming the law of the land, but by and large the glacial reality of the stupidest laws -- slavery, segregation, making medical shit illegal, telling people who they can or can't marry -- is that they eventually go down. It takes a long time, as in, maybe not even in my lifetime, but they eventually go down. The larger trend is upward, toward better. I'm talking since the dawn of time here, people, don't start arguing with me until I'm done, damn!
Two: People are fucking SCREAMING IN THE STREETS about this shit. Two-point-five MILLION people have signed a petition to keep The Thing out of the White House. It's not going to happen, and it shouldn't, but large numbers of people are rightly horrified and not keeping that a secret. This is the Revolution. Bad shit happens, people scream. It's when they don't scream that you want to be scared. My brother, he of the Patriarchy brain, points out that the virulent verbal excrement oozing from The Thing's orifice is not new -- it has always been there, simmering, behind a curtain, where its adherents can pretend they don't really believe it. Now they can't. The idiots who put The Thing in power now have to answer the questions, out loud. Like, "Really? You're OK with rape?" So now we know exactly where to pin the targets. You can't stomp roaches until they come out of the walls.
Three: The grief I feel isn't political, it's social. As described above, I don't think The Thing will successfully enact its entire "platform" in any durable fashion, but four years of being represented on the global stage by the embodiment of every awful thing everyone in the world has ever said about Americans will reinforce and more deeply entrench and embolden our cultural tendency towards violence, hatred and destruction, and I really don't want to have to live through that shit.
But I will. And after the Revolution, when *my* side gets it all horribly wrong, the big rock tumbler of reality and time will knock the corners off of that, too, and then the asteroid will come and all of this will be moot.
OMG. I just solved the one hand clapping koan. I mean, I got it "wrong," but I still solved it.
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