Now everything’s a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What’s good is bad, what’s bad is good
-Bob Dylan, “Idiot Wind”
“‘Can one be well while suffering morally? Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?’”
–Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace
This election feels like a spaceship heading for a black hole.
Please don’t explode…please don’t explode…please don’t explode, and shatter like the German democracy did in 1933…
Last Sunday night at 9 p.m.– the Sunday before the election–instead of “Headliners,” which is usually on at that time on MSNBC, there was special coverage discussing the “big day”– the anticipation, a spectacle like fireworks on New Years’ Eve… or Christmas trees decorated with bright red, green, orange, pink, and blue lights, and a diversity of ornaments…like steaming, spicy mulled wine still in the pot.
Just two weeks ago, pipe bombs were mailed to prominent liberals, and what the Washington Post called “the deadliest [attack] on Jews in U.S. history,” took place at Tree of Life Synagogue.
Voter suppression…reported in Texas, North Dakota and Georgia… targeting… Native Americans and African Americans…in particular.
America these days is like a toilet, filled with excrement, and vomit, that just won’t flush.
I say this categorically, and in pain.
I apologize with fervor, writing such nauseating words, but…at least the Democrats won the House of Representatives.
Though I strain, I do see the light of one, glittering star dancing on the horizon.