Exhausted by the Panic
By the end of 2017, I'll care much less about all things political. I'm already finding the constant calls to "do something" exhausting. Sorry, but no... I'm not going to "do" anything anymore. I wrote... and wrote. I made art, including a satirical campaign film. Like many, I voted. I didn't get my way. Listening to Ohio and WV radio stations, I realize that the planned protests actually deepen the support some have for the winner. It makes them all the more committed to resisting "left-coast" radicals and the "elites" they already distrust and dislike. My job is to take care of our kiddos and take care of myself. That's about all I can manage, right now. And I'm pretty convinced that little will change (not nearly as much as some fear/believe) in a year or four years. Activism can wait until I'm up to it. Right now, the panic seems a bit much. Maybe it isn't, but it seems over the top to me. No, the...